She began warming to her task. My lips were wide open and my clit was rapidly brought to attention under her tongue. I could feel her face pressing itself against my burning underside, slipping in between the crack that ran down between my legs. I could feel the hard edge of her nose slipping in and out of my vaginal opening as she bent her moving tongue tightly against my clitoris.
My pussy was soaking with the combination of her saliva and my own flowing juices. I could clearly hear the wet, slurping sounds of flesh against flesh, and could feel the strange, almost awkward lapping rhythm of her frantic tongue.
Her left hand began to slid down over the bulge of my ass. I could feel it position itself between the hard mounds of my ass, then slid down towards the core of my womanhood with wet, slippery fingers. A moment later, I could feel two distinct fingers pry open my cuntal canal, and slide up into the hot pudding of my body. I know it was two fingers, because I could clearly feel them enter and then separate inside my cunt. She moved the fingers back and forth, sliding them past each other as she scraped them against the honeyed walls of the passageway. They felt like hard, wriggling worms in my cunt, tickling and exciting my flesh with their experiments.
My own lips were still sucking ardently on her clit. It was very large normally, and now, in its fully aroused state, it was extraordinarily big. This perhaps might account for Lynda's uncontrolled passion once she is stimulated. Her clit was pressed between my lips, reminding me of a small penis. It was hard and firm and hot, and I flicked its tip with my tongue as I might a cock. Actually, I was no longer licking it, I was sucking it. It scraped against my teeth, and I could feel her body tremble as my tongue moved against its sensitive walls.
Her two fingers were now joined by her tongue, and all three slid up into me. It was an exotic feeling, the combination of the separate hardness of her two fingers and the wet, plunging thickness of her tongue. They jammed my cuntal passage with the width of a penis, and it reminded me of a very strange, highly erotic fuck. The tongue and fingers moved in a crazy intensity against me, pumping in and out, twisting around and licking, salivating, poking through the lips of my cunt in an insane building fire.
All of Lynda's inhibitions were gone now. Her face was pressed as tightly against my cunt as my lips were pressed against hers. I could feel her mouth open against me, with her hot, moving, wet tongue darting all through the softness between my legs. Her teeth scraped themselves against the sensitive layers of flesh, and bit into my skin with stinging jabs of pain and pleasure.
"Get up!" she shouted suddenly. Her voice was partially muffled from the closeness of my body. Her hand was pushing against my ass.
I turned and looked over my shoulder at her. Her eyes were wild with passion, and her fine, thin hair was matted and twisted and hanging in her face. Her face from her nose down was wet and shiny with saliva and cunt juice.
"Get upF' she repeated; her voice seemed almost desperate. "I have a better way!"
She literally pushed me off her body, and I tumbled silently to the side of the bed.
As soon as I was off her, she lunged towards her night stand and pulled open the bottom drawer. She threw out one or two things and flung them on the floor. Then she made a sound that was a combination of a sigh and half-scream of success. Lynda turned back towards me with her eyes still clouded with passion and the object of her search clutched greedily in her hand.
It was a dildo.
But a very special dildo-a double dildo. It must have been at least a foot and a half long, and there was a set of balls hanging in the middle of the twin organs. It was curved slightly, in the shape of a shallow U, with one circumcised cock head tipping the ends of each peak. The color was a pale, almost sickly white-pink, and it looked as though it was made of wax or soft plastic.
"I want you to fuck me!" Lynda said. She rubbed the strange double-headed organ through the drenched forest of pubic hair running between her legs.
"My god!" I exclaimed in honest surprise. "Where did you get that!"
"Never mind that now!" she moaned. I could see the tip of one end sliding up into her cunt. "Let's just fuck!"
I was agreeable, and I slid across the bed towards her. Lynda was laying back on the bed with her legs almost at right angles to her trunk. Both hands were holding the organ, and she was pushing its length up inside her cunt. Her inner lips were spread widely around the sides of the shaft, and they clung with a sticky wet suction. The organ had slipped about halfway into her cunt.
"Oooohhhh!" she sighed. "Oh, my god, fuck me!"
Her body looked strange to me as I kneeled at her side. One end of the organ was firmly lodged in her box, and the other end was sticking up in the air, parallel to her belly. The organ curved down and around from out of her cunt, and the other end stood firm and erect like a hard-on.
"How do I… use it?" I asked. I touched it with my fingers. It felt wet and clammy-a soft, rubbery plastic. There was a fine set of veins running down the shaft to the balls, and it looked strangely unreal.
"It bends," Lynda explained. She bent my part upward so that it was perpendicular to her cunt. Now it was in an L-shape: one end buried in her cunt, the other end waiting to be buried in mine.
"There's a piece of wire that runs down the center," she continued, unnecessarily. "You can bend it in any shape you want."
I mounted Lynda. I lifted my leg over her prostrated body until I was kneeling with my bent knees on either side of her open thighs. The dildo was standing straight up in the air, rubbing coldly against the edge of my cunt.
I bent forward, and grasped the cock in my hand. It slipped back towards my cunt and began to enter my body. I relaxed my thighs, and just sat down on its hardness.
It was very wide, and I could feel the shaft slipping into me and spreading open my cunt. But it was very uncomfortable. Not its size, but its coldness. It was hard and thick like a prick, but it was too cold and dry.
"It's chaffing…" I began.
"Wet it… wet it," Lynda said. She was beginning to moan already, for my weight had pushed her end of the organ up fully into her cunt. I could see the set of balls squashed up against her cunt, pushed slightly in between her cunt lips. "Use your mouth on it. It'll go in better that way."
I pulled myself off it and bent my lips toward the organ. I felt strange as my lips slipped over the head of the shaft and slid down its length. All I could think was that I was sucking Lynda's cock!
It felt real enough in my mouth, though. A little cold, but real. I ran my tongue over its head, and nuzzled the tip of my tongue into the point where the head and the shaft come together. My mouth slipped down until I could contain no more of the length in my mouth without gagging.
I pulled my mouth from it, and sat upright again. The sides of the shaft were wet with my saliva. I reached back for it with my hand, but found instead Lynda's hand already grasping the cock, and pushing its thickness up into the open wetness of my cunt.
"Let me," she moaned. "I want to put it into you. I want to feel as though I'm fucking you with my own cock. Like a man."
She pushed the organ up, and I plunged down to meet her thrust. The prick slid right up into me with no difficulty. I even caught Lynda's hand between our two cunts as I slid down the pole of the cock. She pulled her hand free, and ran it around my ass until she was grasping the cheek in her hand.
I began to rock forward, feeling the cock deeply implanted in my cunt, and the scraping stiffness of Lynda's pubic hair rubbing against mine. The thick, curved mound of her cunt was rubbing against mine, and it felt strangely erotic. It felt like a cunt, and the organ inside me felt like a cock. It was doubly exciting.