| I Kissed a Girl, Chapter 9 Maryann Spencer struggled to regain some of her composure with nine sets of eyes on her. She prayed that her Lord would open a bottomless pit in the floor that she could throw herself into. That prayer went unanswered. She wished her 'Star-Trek' like teleportation had made her invisible instead of just incredibly horny. The beleaguered woman decided the best way to get all the attention off herself was to accept the invitation quickly and silently. She hurried the few steps to the semi circle and sat down in one of the chairs that didn't have a half naked girl in front of it. "As I was saying the clitoral glans resides under a hood at the apex of the labia" Doctor Perez was using her laser pointer to highlight the location on the huge projection as she spoke. "Your clitoris is made up of erectile tissue which becomes engorged and gets larger when you are sexually aroused. We'll discuss erectile tissue in more depth when we study the male genitalia in a couple lf weeks." Turning back to her audience her eyes were on the oldest member; they did not make eye contact however. Missus Spencer's eyes, in spite of her valiant effort, were on the mirror that was propped between the legs of the girl beside her. She was immediately drawn to it when she'd sat down and now found that she was unable to look away. The fact that the reflection of the vulva showed no trace of pubic hair was startling. Once again recollections of a scene in Terry's bedroom hijacked her thoughts. She didn't so much turn her head as she just allowed her eyes to focus on a wider angle of view. The golden shoulder length hair of the girl sitting on the floor beside her was unmistakable—it was Becky! At first she thought it was nausea gripping and twisting her insides. When she realized that it was actually the next level of sensation, an escalation of what she'd been feeling since she walked in the door she closed her eyes out of shame. "Interwoven in the erectile tissue are nerve endings. It's been estimated that there are as many as eight thousand, which makes the clitoris, sometimes shortened to clit, the most nerve packed structure in the human body. There are as many in the clitoral glans as there are in the male penis, but owing to the size differential that are much more concentrated." Angelina could see Maryann swaying in her chair and hoped she wasn't going to have to deal with a fainting episode. The doctor's leg muscles tensed, ready to spring forward and break the woman's fall. She risked a glance at the wall clock and realized that their time was pretty well up anyway. "That's it for today ladies," she concluded. "Next time we will finish the anatomy lesson on female sex organs and cover some sexual stimulation information. I hope the girls who were too shy to participate this time will reconsider for next meeting." She paused and was pleased to see that the older woman's oscillation wasn't getting any worse. "Please return your mirror to the front table once you're dressed ... if anyone would like to take one home to review the material from today just let me know." She walked over and put her hand on Maryann's shoulder. Becky's mother looked up at her as though she was expecting absolution. "Why don't we go over there and talk," the doctor suggested nodding toward a couple of chairs that were some distance from the teenagers who were all nearly dressed. Missus Spencer stood and felt as though she was coming back into her own as they arrived at the remote seats. Maryann sat down and Angelina pulled the other chair directly in front of and facing hers. Sitting knee to knee Doctor Perez reached across and took both of the frazzled woman's hands in hers and asked, "Have you given our consultation some thought, did you look at the Perfectae Caritatis for yourself?" "Yes I did," Maryann confirmed. "And?" "I agree that it would be hard to interpret it any other way." "Good!" the doctor rejoiced squeezing and shaking both of her patient's hands. "Then you understand that self-stimulation is not a sin ... not forbidden, you are free to relieve the sexual tension whenever you need to." Maryann nodded although her expression was not the one of relief that Angie had hoped for—maybe even expected. "I still see concern on your face, what's troubling you?" "There are other temptations that I'm not sure I'm strong enough to resist." "Is there a man in your life?" Doctor Perez speculated. "No ... no, nothing like that. It ... it's my neighbor." The fact that it was her neighbor didn't preclude it being a man, but Angie deduced from her denial that she had a boyfriend that the neighbor she was referring to was female. The doctor asked for clarification, "And this ... this woman represents a temptation how?" Maryann was already sorry she'd brought it up. 'Why am I asking my doctor about this ... or ... or am I trying to confess? She's not ordained to hear my confession ... what am I doing?' "It's nothing really" the remorseful woman said, looking down at the doctor's hands holding hers. 'Maybe she's not a priest or even nun but she certainly knows church doctrine and maybe she can help ... I don't know how.' nevertheless the hand holding was a great comfort. "Maryann you know you can trust me ... don't you?" the dead silence was only disturbed by three girls talking quietly near the door, everyone else was gone. Angelina waited patiently for fifteen or twenty seconds. Finally she released one of her patient's hands and lifted the downcast woman's head so she could make eye contact. "You can trust me," now she made it an affirmative statement. "I want to help you but I can't unless you talk to me ... confide in me." Maryann looked into the deep soulful eyes and tried to remember when anyone had ever said those words to her before. She couldn't. She was transported back to the consultation in Doctor Perez's office the trust and faith she'd felt in spite of how brief their relationship had been. Inevitably her mind drifted further back, back to the examination room to the embarrassing pelvic exam and then ... Recalling only the second extraordinarily powerful orgasm of her life she shuddered and moaned. 'You need help and this very smart, very Godly woman is holding out her hand ... why don't you take it?' Angelina had released her chin giving her the freedom to lower her head again. Looking at the doctor's hand holding hers again she felt the tears welling up. "I can help" it was barely a whisper. "My neighbor was going to ... that is I think she wanted to ... I was afraid she was going to ... uh, seduce me." The revelation was followed by a deep sob and Maryann gently pulled out of the doctor's grasp so she could rummage in her purse for a tissue. While she searched the doctor probed, "And you didn't want that to happen?" "No that's just it I think I did," she sobbed again, not quite as deeply and blotted her tears. She was reliving the scene in Elizabeth's bedroom, how she'd felt, how close she was to letting her neighbor strip her. "She said she only wanted me to see how beautiful I could be ... what if ... what if she was telling the truth. What if this whole thing is a product of my own dirty perverted mind.' The possibility had her sobbing harder. Angelina waited hoping her patient would regain her self-control. When the distraught woman raised her head what Angie saw in her liquid blue eyes was a plea for help. They were knee to knee and eye to eye when the doctor spoke again. "Although there are other interpretations, unlike the other part of the Perfectae Caritatis, some people interpret the last part of that same section, section twelve, to condone sexual comforting by friends." Angie saw the utter shock on her patient's face. "The text goes something like this; chastity is guarded more securely when true brotherly love flourishes in the common life of the community." The puzzled troubled look on Maryann's face was enough to tell the doctor that this was too much for her in her current state. "I'm not trying to convince you of anything, just look at the document again and use your own prudence to see if you can accept that interpretation. As I said there are many other schools of thought on that sentence, but the one that I am relating is not without its supporters." Doctor Perez got to her feet and Maryann rose in turn. "I hope I haven't made things worse now," Angelina said with a wan smile. "No ... you've been a ... a great help," the teary eyed woman assured her physician and this time she initiated the double hand holding. "Well I'm relieved. Go ... think about it but in any case look after yourself." the emphasis and depth of meaning attached to the end of her statement were not lost on Maryann. "Thank you" she said genuinely and went to join her patient daughter and Michelle at the door of the meeting room. As they made their way to the car Becky, who'd been watching her mother talking to her evidently supportive doctor and crying had to ask, "Mom is everything OK?" "Yeah I'm fine honey," she said with a smile. "Doctor Perez is helping me work through some issues. It's nothing for you to worry about." Maryann could see in her daughter's eyes that she wasn't entirely reassured. 'She lost her father less than a year ago ... obviously if I had a heath concern it would be traumatic' "I'm going through some changes ... uh, because of your dad's, uh, passing. There're just some things I need to work out ... I'm not sick." They'd arrived at the car and Maryann searched her daughter's face for acceptance as she unlatched the doors with the remote. The smile was weak but it was a smile. Rebecca was about to open the passenger side door when Maryann remembered the pie slice. "Don't sit on missus Conrad's pie when you get in," she admonished. Michelle, who had her hand on the back door handle, had an instantaneous vision of the cherry pie plastered all over her girlfriend's tushy, and she shivered. 'Some cherry ChapStick that would be!' She thought in reference to the song and giggled. Becky looked at her quizzically and then followed her into the back seat, leaving the shot gun position to the slab of pie. They rode in silence during the twenty minute trip across town. The girls in the back seat were stroking each other's thigh and visualizing what they were gonna do when they got home. They'd both been left in a state by the church group meeting; on that razor edge, the one that had manageable arousal on one side and total loss of control on the other. Maryann had even more challenge paying proper attention to her driving on the way home, than she'd had on the way there. Not only was her excitement worse but now there was a rent in the curtain around her through which she could see her other self. The tear was created by the doctor's liberal and admittedly self serving interpretation of the Vatican II document. If it really could be taken to condone sex between friends, calling it true brotherly love then her whole world was about to change. The intense need between her legs prevented her from deep analytical thought. She knew that for the first time she would act on the permission that she had already accepted as fact, the one from the church document that was incontrovertible. She wasn't sure how it came to be, but the car was rolling into her driveway. "I'm gonna go over to Michelle's for a while," Rebecca announced as they came to a stop. "OK honey ... make the most of your last days of vacation," her mother agreed; somewhat relieved that she'd have the house all to herself. "Please give this to your mother" she added passing the desert back over the seat to Michelle. The younger girl was very happy not to encounter her mother in the kitchen when she put the pie slice on the table. With Becky right behind her she had a quick look in the living room on the way by. No sign of her; 'probably in bed already reading' she concluded. 'I'll say goodnight when Becky leaves' she closed her bedroom door behind them and they fell on each other like ravenous beasts. The teenager was half right. Her mother was in her bed, but soaking in the delirium of her third orgasm was in no condition to read. Beside her on the bed was the assortment of toys that had filled her need for the time being. Despite their attempts at stealth, she heard two sets of footsteps in the hall outside her door. With her daughter home, safe and sound the warm relaxed glow carried her toward sleep. Before the curtain had totally descended Elizabeth thought about going across the hall to watch—no not just watch—but the thought turned into a dream. In the house next door Maryann struggled with her clothes. Her hands were shaking and the zipper on the back of her dress refused to cooperate. In frustration she hoisted the shapeless sack over her head and in uncharacteristic carelessness flung it across the room. The hooks on her matronly bra were equally annoying. When she finally managed to relieve herself of the breast support her large needy boobs tumbled out. Without a second of hesitation she cupped and squeezed sending a torrent of sensation racing through her that had only one possible ultimate destination. She shuddered to her core—her soul—and collapsed onto her bed. The rubbery nubs were captured between thumb and forefinger. Pulling, yanking and twisting the streaming, long denied, pleasure current arrived in her womanhood and she jerked and twitched. There was a feeling of release. It was like when Don had done it. It reminded her of when she delivered Rebecca. She'd been so thirsty she could have drunk an ocean but all they would give her was ice chips. It was enough to keep her from dying, to keep her patched throat from welding itself shut, but in the end it was actually torturous she wanted more—she'd always wanted more. Without conscience or regret she thrust her hand into her panties and clutched the sloppiness between her legs. The lessons from the novice nun had been refreshed less than an hour ago but it was more instinct that curled her fingers through the outer barriers to the hot slippery interior. So many images and feelings swirled in her head that it was like a kaleidoscope. Images of Teresa merged with those of Bonnie, they were replaced by Vicki. Even Doctor Garcia made a brief cameo appearance but he was quickly replaced by Doctor Perez, between her legs, doing things she'd never dreamed of. It was almost as if the memory of that explosion triggered the new one. It overtook her so fast there was no preparing for it. At some level she knew that she was screaming. Some other part of her brain registered the contraction of all of her muscles, of her hips heaving off the bed, but the intensity of the pleasure bomb that exploded in her abdomen and spread like the shockwave of a nuclear blast eclipsed everything else. The kaleidoscope was obliterated by the brightest light imaginable. It was the light she'd heard about so many times the one that surrounded Christ—and then there was blackness. She didn't know how long the blackness lasted, only that when light began to filter through that she felt a warmth and peace that she had never experienced before. Like someone slowly turning on switches, one by one her senses began to return; distant and faint at first but gradually gaining strength. For reasons she'd never full understand hearing was the first sense her brain was able to focus on, perhaps because her eyes were still closed. The only sound was her own breathing. More rapid than normal but not gasping; there was a little squeak that accompanied each inhale. The next sense was tactile she became aware of the slippery, buttery feel on the fingers of her right hand. She moved her digits to further explore the spongy softness but the rush that coursed through her caused by the plethora of nerves in her vulva told her that her first trip into the light wasn't going to be enough. Her fingers traced around her swollen lips and she reveled in the feel of their texture. Suddenly she was overcome with the need to engage a third sense—sight. She wanted to see herself; to look at her womanhood like she hadn't dare to since those secret rendezvous with the novice. She slid off the bed and, with her back propped against it and her legs spread wide. There, in the mirrored door of the closet was the reflection of the dark, almost brown thick crinkly petals of her sex. When her fingers rotated and rolled the fleshy protrusions the flooded dark pink interior peeked through. Her fingers rotated, stroking and rolling the puffy lips and the entrance to her vagina winked like a neon sign with each circuit. She drew one finger up the center of the occluded crease until she encountered the firm nubbin at the top. There was a sudden spike in the beautiful waves of pleasure that had been washing over her but it was too much so she went back to her rotary stimulation. There was something about watching how her labia deflected and sprung back under the force of her caress that added to the intensity of the pleasure signals that rolled in a steady stream from her vulva through her belly and on up to her head via her breasts. Unconsciously her left hand began to toy with the one inch peg projecting from her right tit. Thumbing and raking her nail over the cherry gumdrop created a whole other stream of sensations that played in harmony to the feelings she was generating with her rotating right hand. Her auditory sense had not shut down and she was aware the she was making a repetitive "Ooo-ugh" sound in rhythm with her stroking. Around and around her fingers went; every tenth or fifteenth circuit her middle finger would slide up in between and flick her clit causing a powerful jolt that made her grunt. It reminded her of climbing stairs. Each time her finger engaged her love button she ascended one more step. The fourth sense kicked in but she didn't consciously realize it at the time. Unconsciously however the fragrance of her arousal was playing a role in her climbing the ladder. The motion of her hand was instinctive. It took no thought at all, almost as if her hand had a mind of its own. In a way her brain was multi tasking when it began to overlay the reflection of her jilling fingers with other images; the novice, Terry, spreading her own delicate folds and conducting a vulval tour for her benefit. That image shimmered like a ghost in front of—or on top of, it was hard to say—the real image in the mirror. The fascinatingly hairless vulva wasn't very clear, but then even the current reflection of her own sex was beginning to lose focus. Maryann would later think that it was incredible, given her level of excitement, that she was somehow simultaneously analyzing the vision. The other vulva, the imaginary one—it wasn't Terry's, it was the girl beside her in the church basement meeting room—it was her daughter's. When that realization hit home her sentient hand drove two fingers deep inside, as deep as they could go. Part of her palm, or the back of her fingers, something impacted her pleasure center at the bottom of the thrust and the psychedelic lights started flashing. Her wrist and forearm were moving at a speed that she would not have believed that she was capable of. Thrusting in and out of the slippery velvet tunnel they were a blur. The feel of her fingers stroking the walls of her vagina at blazing speed was like a platform for the rapid tapping her clit was receiving. The kaleidoscope of images was vaguely reminiscent of a stained glass window when suddenly the sun or some other incredibly bright light washed out all the color. For a few seconds her optic nerve, along with every other nerve in her body was in overload. Her limbic system flooded her blood stream with its powerful consciousness altering chemical mixture. The bedroom floor, the bed, the mirror—none of it existed. She was on an astral plane; out of this sinful world. When she plunged back to earth it was like falling into a hot tub. Incredible warmth and relaxation overwhelmed her with the same intensity as the explosion but with a gentler soothing touch. She had slumped over on her side, beside the bed, thinking about how different this orgasm had been. She had only had four in her life (she'd decided that the ones she'd experienced with her husband didn't actually qualify) and the other three had been much sharper with an element that was almost pain. This one had been just as powerful but smoother without the edges. The idea that this unexplored world of sexual fulfillment had different countries where different dialects of the ultimate pleasure were spoken thrilled and amazed her. Lying there dreamily thinking about the sights and the sounds and the smells she felt renewed rumblings between her legs. When she thought about the wet squishy sound her fingers had made thrusting in and out of her flooded box she began to tingle. Opting to give up the view in favor of comfort she climbed back onto her bed. The effort caused even more juice to be forced out of her; so much in fact that it was trickling between her butt cheeks as she lay on her back. It tickled. 'Is it normal to have this much' she wondered and made a mental note to address the matter with Doctor Perez at her next opportunity. Drawing her knees up and reaching down, way down past the source, she attempted to stop the rivulet with her fingers. Her juice coated finger grazed over her tightly puckered rectum and she shivered. This part of her body had never been thought of as sexual but she couldn't deny that it contributed to the wonderful climax she'd experienced on Doctor Perez's examination table. She was conscious of the affect that certain kinds of contact with the outer portion of her backside had. Now that she had a viable solution to the condition that they caused she didn't have to be afraid of them anymore. Rolling on her side she made featherlike circular patterns on her sensitive ass. The tingling grew to a hum. The hand that had been assigned to flood control was now poking and probing the tightness of her anus. The sensation transmitted to her womanhood was delightful and she probed deeper. The tightness and heat became more enthralling the deeper she went. On an uncharacteristic whim, she slapped her ass—hard. The first thing she felt was a very pleasant jolt in her pussy but that was followed by the stinging so closely that it was almost simultaneous. She didn't like the stinging, and if it had persisted she wouldn't have been tempted to do it again. To her wonderment the sting faded very quickly and turned into a warm glowing feeling, so she did it again. Same initial throb in her coochie, same short lived sting, but the heat was more than doubled and it felt fantastic. Gentle caresses of her sensitive bum alternated with spanks while her intrepid digit probed deeper and deeper into her previously neglected orifice. The pleasure sensations seemed deeper and fuller somehow than when she'd fingered herself on the outside, even deeper than when she'd thrust her fingers in and out. Her pussy seemed to be demanding its share so she pressed her forearm against her mons as appeasement. She'd never done anything like ocean surfing but she'd seen it and imagined that this is what it felt like. Being carried along and lifted ever higher by an irresistible force. By now she had delivered half a dozen spanks interlaced with soft caressing and firmer more vigorous rubbing on her hot, hot tushy. The demands from her womanhood were becoming more insistent. Just the pressure of her arm against her spongy hair covered mons was no longer sufficient. In order to accomplish the double penetration she had to draw her knees way up. Only one finger up her bum—she wished it was two—and her other hand caressing her unbelievably sloppy vulva were causing the wave she was riding to accelerate toward its ultimate destination. The heat from her well spanked backside glowed in the background. Getting higher and going faster by the moment her eyes wondered her bedroom aimlessly. The sensory input portion of her brain had put them on low priority. Without really seeing her eyes fixed on the atrocious beige dress lying in a heap where she'd thrown it an hour ago. She wished she could get a second finger up her ass, and deeper; deep like Doctor Perez had gone, but it was physically impossible. The dress didn't register in her mind but it somehow conjured the image of her neighbor. 'What if she would ... what if she wanted to—' the thought was lost as her wave broke on the shore. She was flung, not on to dry land, but into the brightly lit void; the void where nothing existed but the overwhelming pleasure sensations that permeated every part of her. This time the warm feeling held her, cuddled her close even before she began her descent from the uncharted world. It seemed that the calm serene feeling got deeper each time. It was like a drug and some part of her reasoning mind was asking if you could overdose on it. The endorphins quickly snuffed out the annoying intrusion of reality, allowing her mind to drift along with the current in the warm tranquil pond. Images of Terry, and Bonnie and Vicki joined with Angelina Perez in a moving montage like a baby's mobile hanging over their crib. She was a baby, well a toddler, in her vision too. Thoughts and memories of her mother, scarce as they were, began to mingle with those of the other women she'd known—who'd known her in a way that she now craved. She didn't know when or how but Vicki had turned into Rebecca, which struck her as odd, but she was a spectator at this show and not the director. So when the slowly swirling images became Becky and Michelle lying on the floor in front of the couch slowly waggling their feet she didn't feel responsible for the way the pert teenaged bums affected her. Her worldly senses winked back on slowly, one by one, and Maryann knew that soon, too soon she'd be back on her bed—her empty bed. It was her sense of smell that seemed to have the biggest role in drawing her back this time. The fragrance of her excitement was thick in the air and she inhaled it like the first spring breeze. Even though it was the aroma that pulled her back toward the real world paradoxically inhaling it floated her back into the gently swirling memories. Once again, against her normally cautious analytical nature, impulsively she put her greasy jilling hand to her face. At first she was only trying to intensify the perfume odor reaching her olfactory but when her heavily coated fingers arrived under her nose an impetuous urge made her lick them. The fifth sense, the only one that hadn't had a role until now, entered the game. The taste was very mild but remarkably sweet and compelling. Before she realized it she was lapping at her hand like a kitten on a bowl of cream, determined to get every drop. The images of the women who had known her, intermingled with a couple of ringers, were fading. Everything was fading and she put her fingers right in her mouth to get the last of the ambrosia. Rebecca and Michelle kissed at the top of the stairs. Neither one of them thought of the song. Becky, full dressed, headed for home and Michelle with just a robe wrapped around her stepped across the hall. After listening for a few seconds and hearing nothing at all, she tapped very lightly. "Mom ... Mommy?" no response, so she opened the door just a crack. It was immediately evident that her mother was sound asleep. Michelle entered the bedroom and tip-toed across to the bed. Her sensory system was still vibrating from the session with Becky and now she felt her heart swelling as she looked down at her beautiful mother in repose. She was obviously naked and the covers were sort of half on and half off. The intensity of the love which had gained a whole new dimension brought a tear to her eye. She adjusted the sleeping woman's covers and thought how ironic it was to be tucking her mother in when she noticed the toys. The unexpected sight of the treasure trove made her gasp. With trembling hands she picked up the largest of the sexual stimulators and examined the amazingly complex tool. She'd briefly, furtively seen sex toys and vibrators in shop windows but had never had one in her hand. The soft squeezable latex was a bit sticky—she thought nothing of it. Michelle was far too fascinated by the visual to permit an interruption from the tactile. The purple dildo was over eight inches long and had what looked like beads all around it. On one side of the rubber shaft there was a projection that looked like bunny ears. She didn't realize that her sharp intake of breath had roused her mother who, although she didn't move, was peeking at her daughter out of the corner of her eye. Michelle was familiar with the mechanics of coitus she just never thought much about a big thing being inserted—would it hurt. It certainly felt good when she put her fingers in, or Becky did, but they'd never used more than two and this weapon was as big as her whole hand; she shuddered. Standing beside her assumed to be sleeping mother's bed mesmerized she jumped when she heard her say, "That might be a little too big for you yet honey." Elizabeth rolled onto her back crumpling the sheet underneath her. Michelle looked from her half naked mother to the tool and back. When she and Becky had decided to call it a night she was so tired that she barely had the energy to clean herself up. She'd just came over to say good-night and now the purple pleaser had chased her fatigue away, forced it out by generating fantastic curiosity and excitement. Elizabeth had no trouble identifying with her daughter's reaction. The girl's eyes wide with wonder and she was quite sure more than a little fear. She recalled her first encounter with a full sized dildo, and all of the trepidatious anticipation. "If you want to try it let me help you." Michelle just stood there frozen to the spot and speechless. Her mother slid a hand up the outside of her daughter's silky thigh, up under the robe until she reached the girl's hip. Sliding her hand around the back she gripped the round and incredibly firm butt cheek and asked again, "Do ya wanna try it sweetheart?" Michelle didn't know the answer to the question—or maybe she did. The answer was yes I want to try it, but I'm scared. All she could do was to look into her mother's eyes and try to convey her feelings telepathically. Her mother's hand stroking and squeezing her ass wasn't a help; or was it? It certainly was tipping the scales in favor of the need to try the formidable toy. Elizabeth interpreted her daughter's moan as an affirmative response, got out of her bed and stood naked beside the teenager. Stroking the dark blonde locks she took the multi-functioned plaything from the girl's hand and guided her until she was sitting on the side of the bed. Gazing deeply into Michelle's eyes Beth thought she could almost see the race; arousal behind, fear ahead; arousal ahead, fear behind. the two feelings jockeyed for position. Putting the toy on the bed where it was out of direct sight Elizabeth was reminded of how doctors and dentists often took care to prevent their patients from seeing some of their scarier implements. Michelle allowed her mom to lay her down. When the naked woman standing over her slipped the sash on her robe and opened it she almost jumped up and ran, but she didn't. Instead she looked up at her mom's nicely sized boobs with their full pointy brown nipples hanging so tantalizingly above her. The sight made her cookie twitch and hum. Elizabeth lifted Michelle's left leg, the one closest to her making space for her to sit on the bed. With the left leg bent at more than ninety degrees she lifted the right one to a similar bent position. Her daughter's knees toward the ceiling she slid her hands down the girl's inner thighs applying steady but gentle outward pressure. Feeling some resistance she whispered, "Open up for me baby let me make sure you're ready." Michelle let her knees fall outward causing her girlhood to blossom like a rose facing the rising sun. A pretty pink rose. Even in the subdued light of the bedside table lamp Elizabeth could clearly see that lubrication was not a problem. 'Like mother ... like daughter' she chuckled to herself. She pretty much knew Michelle would be wet enough because of the copious quantities of her juice she'd swallowed the day before. What she hadn't paid close attention to and now intended to examine in detail was the condition of her daughter's hymen. Gently she opened the slippery folds using both hands. Michelle started to scoot up the bed as if to escape the prying fingers. "Relax honey ... just relax and let me have a good look" her mother requested trying to maintain her concentration. She wasn't fooling around she really needed to do this but she wondered if she had the self control. The sight of the deep pink inner recesses flooded with milky-clear nectar and the slightly paler little navy bean at the top peeking out from under its cover all accompanied by that sweet slightly pungent aroma of pubescent arousal pulled at her tongue like a magnet would iron filings. Elizabeth gritted her teeth to summon her inner strength, she owed it to the trusting young woman so delectably laid out on her bed—the one who was anxiously expecting a new and fundamentally thrilling experience. As with most twentieth century women and all twenty first century women Michelle's maidenhead had been seriously damaged. Rough play, bicycle riding, horseback riding along with a litany of other activities had taken their toll on the fragile membrane but it wasn't gone. "OK honey this may pinch a little at first but bear with it ... it'll get better," Elizabeth wiggled the purple pleasure tool to centralize it with slippery but not fully open passage. Michelle groaned deeply at the invading plastic dong and was tempted to scoot up the bed again but she held fast balling the sheets in her fists. Beth was not an expert at deflowering young girls but she reasoned that a quick rupture of what remained of the barrier would, in the end, be less painful than a slow stretching and tearing. With a jerk of her wrist she pushed the dildo past the obstruction and into the very outer portion of her daughter's vagina. The painful scream cut through to her heart and the trickle of blood that appeared confirmed her assessment. She turned the base of the latex coated mechanism to the first position and the toy began to hum and vibrate in her hand. Michelle felt the head of the fake cock pressing into her. Just as she'd thought it wasn't going to fit. It felt kind of good but as the pressure increased the usual tingling had a sharp edge to it. She almost said stop she almost scrambled away but she trusted her mom to do the right thing. When the searing stinging burn flashed up from her girlhood she thought that her faith had been misplaced. What she felt wasn't exactly a pop but she certainly did feel like something broke. The initial pain made her scream but it waned quickly to a manageable level. The full feeling in the outer part of her pussy was strong enough to distract her from the continuation of the stinging burn. She was enjoying the feeling and noting how much fuller it felt than her fingers when the vibrating started. The head of the latex penis only vibrated collaterally. The vibrator motor was actually quite far back, embedded at her base of the clit stimulator. Having never experienced a vibrator on her pussy before it was a good warm up. The full feeling was increasing and the subtle vibrations felt so good that she completely forgot about the stinging even though it was still there. Elizabeth twisted the switch to the next position and the toy began its twisting wiggling motion. The lattice of beads around the outside of the shaft rotated around the gyrating dildo as she pushed it in until she was almost at Michelle's cervix. She began to slowly move the toy in and out just slightly. The gnawing full sensation that the wriggling device created inside her was multiplied by the constantly changing caress of her vaginal walls. Michelle could feel the pressure building and building but amazingly she didn't explode. The lid seemed to be on this orgasm very tightly. The slickly coated plastic slid in and out of her twisting and spinning and the pressure was getting unbearable. She wanted to cum, she needed to cum but all the probing tool could do was to make the need worse. She passed her bursting point and even though she absolutely had to have release she was ready to throw in the towel, to grab her mother's wrist and pull the maddening toy out of her. Her mother knew exactly what she was doing, and had a reasonably good idea what the tortured teenager was feeling. Her attention alternated between the beautiful sight of the purple pussy pleaser thrusting in and out of the erstwhile virgin cunt and her daughter's face. She was closely watching the change in expression and listening to the pace and depth of the groans. When the look of agony she'd been waiting for appeared, she twisted the toy just slightly and pushed in another half an inch. It didn't seem like much and in a way it wasn't. What did happen that changed everything was that the bunny ears now bracketed Michelle's throbbing pounding clit. It was fast and it was powerful beyond anything she'd experienced up until then. The unbearable pressure was not only released by the huge electric jolt that levitated her hips off the bed, but inside the exploding caldron was a hot rushing tidal wave that set fire to everything in its path; and everything was in its path. Michelle felt every muscle in her body fully flex and the shaking and shuddering started. Before she could completely come to grips with her own rigid spasms wave after hotter wave of pleasure washed over her until she was sure she would die from its intensity. Beth was glad she'd given herself a thorough workout earlier in the evening it was the only way she was able to watch her daughter in the throws of ecstasy and not be compelled to relieve herself. She wouldn't have wanted to miss the show. When the hot waves eventually subsided Michelle was exhausted in a way she'd never been before. Even raising her head to see what her mom was doing was more than she could manage. Her tactile senses easily identified the warm washcloth applied to her nearly numb vulva and upper thighs. The patting of the soft towel seemed somewhat distant. By the time her mother cuddled her she was gone into dreamland populated by humongous purple penises. Elizabeth felt her daughter's deep regular breathing and knew another water shed day was done. She had no difficulty in following Michelle's lead. Her dream world however was populated with fleshy mature vulvas. Rebecca was just as tired as her girlfriend and just as funky feeling. She knew that she wouldn't sleep well without washing and would be disgusted with herself in the morning so she stripped and took a shower. The bed looked so inviting and her exhaustion was so deep but she had to go across the hall; had to say good-night. She thought about putting on her night shirt and then decided it was too much work. Becky knocked very softly and whispered "Mom" a couple of times—no answer. She noticed the smell as soon as she opened the door. The fragrance was becoming very familiar. The thought that her mother was indulging herself was surprising and thrilling. Naked, she crossed the room to her sleeping mother who had rolled herself in the sheet. With a smile she kissed the blissful looking woman on the side of her head and scampered for the luxuriousness of her bed. Maryann felt something near her hair line sort of above her cheek. In her dream deadened fog she thought it was an insect and wanted to swat it but if her brain actually sent out the commands her muscles ignored them. She did manage to pry her eyes open just a slit. She saw—she thought she saw—high round pubescent buttocks, her eyes didn't stay open long enough to be sure. The groggy thought, 'That was Becky's ass' occurred; 'you're perverted' she admonished herself. The thought didn't register, she was a sleep already. |