“Huh?”
Kim drained her glass, noted the condition of Connie’s and refilled it and her own. “He had a dick about the size I always fantasized about. Damn thing seemed to go a third of the way to his knee and it was so thick I could see it throbbing through his pants leg! But this is a creepy slob and — well, hell, if it had been someone I could respect, I would’ve … Ah, the hell with it. How do you like the port?”
“It’s nice, kind of nutty, but awfully strong.”
“Yeah — but so what?” she teased. She sipped again, then turned and curled her legs. She sat in a semi-lotus position facing Connie, then glanced down at her crotch. “Sorry,” she muttered, seeing the damp spot between her legs. She stood. “Excuse me; I’ll be right back.”
Connie watched the ripe, full cheeks of Kim’s ass twitch through her dancing uniform as she strode quickly into another room. She was trying to restrain her fantasies. She started pawing through the pile of magazines on the coffee table. Most were wine publications or magazines that might be expected to have columns on the subject — like Cuisine — but there were a few general interest periodicals…
…and a couple of very interesting periodicals.
“Oh-ho!” Connie whispered when she spotted Forum. Beneath it was a catalog of adult toys. Suddenly, her plan was hatched, fully blown.
Connie sat back and opened the catalog in her lap and began looking at the offerings. Inside the front cover was a letter from the merchant addressed “To Our Valued Customer.”
Her breathing quickened and became a little shallower. She felt the tension in her cunt as she heard Kim’s footsteps approaching.
“Sorry to leave you alone like that. I’m glad you found to read — omigod!”
Connie looked up to find Kim blushing furiously.
“Oh, relax, honey. Except for a couple of nuns and my crazy Aunt Jane, I’ve never met a woman who never used at least one of these. And I’m not so sure what the nuns did before they took their vows, either.”
Kim plopped down across from Connie again. She was wearing dark blue silk pajamas under a loose dressing gown. She was still blushing.
Connie reached over and patted Kim’s forearm. “It’s okay! Relax!” She went back to studying the goods in the catalog. “I’ve heard about these,” she said, tapping one photograph. “Ever use one?”
“Which?” It was a squeak.
“Joni’s Butterfly. I hear they’re great.”
Kim shook her head. She’d taken her hair down from the ponytail and pulled it over to one side with a barrette.
Connie went and sat next to Kim and continued through the catalog. “Now this looks interesting!” She pointed to a picture of a dildo that could squirt.
“Mmmm.”
“Which ones have you tried?”
Kim’s blush returned and deepened. She reached into Connie’s lap and flipped a few pages farther back, to the vibrators. “Th-this one.”
“Interesting…” Connie read the copy. The device vibrated and also stroked and had a small extension for manipulating the clitoris. “Any good?”
“I thought it might feel like the real thing — more like it, anyhow — but it doesn’t.”
“What are you going to try next?”
Kim drained her glass and refilled it — to the brim. She took a deep breath. “It’s a couple of pages farther back.”
“Let me see if I can guess,” Connie said. Her cunt was sopping wet and she yearned to have her aching nipple rubbed — and more. She could sense the cautious excitement in the beautiful young woman beside her on the sofa. She flipped the page: Vibrating Ben Wa balls; a G-SpotVibrator; Flexible Vibrators….No.
Next page: Masturbators for Men…No.
Next page: Dildos. Connie remembered how wet Kimberly had gotten talking about … the creepy old guy’s huge cock.
From the corners of her eyes, she risked a quick glance. Yes, Kimberly was shifting her thighs a bit.
“Hmmmm — I’d say…This one!” She read from the catalog copy: “‘Big John — 13 inches of realistic, lifelike flexible dong to satisfy that craving for fullness. Fully two-and-a-half inches in diameter, Big John is molded from life in our new micropore latex that’s so real, it feels like flesh! And your flesh will — ‘”
“Close — but two-and-a-half inches thick? Phew! Too much for this babe!”
Connie looked at her openly. Kim’s cheeks were flushed, but it wasn’t embarrassment. Kim took another gulp of her port and Connie realized the younger woman had already drunk nearly half the refilled tumbler’s contents.
“Let me show you — ” She reached over and pointed to another one.
“”Jake,'” Connie read. “‘So lifelike, you can see the veins — and feel them. Ten inches long and almost two inches thick, Jake can scratch that itch — and more! Jake can be filled with warm water, so it’ll be warm when it goes into a hot place!'”
Kim’s eyes slowly closed and opened. She smiled shyly when she saw Connie watching her.
Connie quickly grinned her just-us-girls grin.
“I’ve always wanted to know what it’s like to be really filled up with a big, hot dick. I mean, normal dicks are fine, especially if the guy knows what he’s doing and wants me to like what he’s doing, but I’ve always heard there’s nothing like being really full.” She emptied her glass and poured more for herself and Connie. “I’ve always envied small women like you. Even a small dick must fill you up.”
“You bet, but it has to be the right guy.”
“Have you ever had a really big — no, you couldn’t have, you’re so petite.”
Connie put Kim’s hand on her wrist. “How about one that thick — and that hard?”
Kim barely closed her fingers around her instructor’s wrist. Her eyes widened and her lovely lips parted. “Wow. Didn’t it hurt?”
“A little, but he really took his time getting me ready and getting it in and it was easier than I expected. And he was almost as long as ‘Jake.’ I took him all the way and loved it. Thought I’d never stop cumming.”
Kim’s flush had spread to her neck. “Is he still around? Married?”
“Yes to both — to me.”
“Your husband is hung like that? And he’s so sweet?”
Connie nodded.
“You’re so lucky to have a husband who loves you so much…”
“And so well. And so often!”
“You’ve really got it all. A job you love, a nice home, a husband who loves you and is well-hung. I’m still looking for a nice, healthy guy with a sense of humor and a huge boner for a one-night-stand.” She sighed heavily. “I envy you. I might even be jealous. You really have it all.”
Connie laughed and sipped at her drink. “Almost everything. There are some things I still crave but can’t get as much as I’d like.”
“Like what? What else is there?”
“For one, I love it in the back — in my butt. Jerry and I just can’t do it, though. He’s too big.”
“You really like that?”
“Mmmm-hmmm! Ever tried it?”
Kim shrugged. “A couple of times. The guys usually wanted it and just jammed it in. Once, it started to feel good but the guy came off too fast and didn’t bother even kissing my back or touching me anyplace else while he banged away.”
“Too bad, sweety. I love the fullness and the — the wickedness of it. Feeling that big, hot thing sliding back there, stretching me out and listening to the guy talking about how hot and tight it is…” She shivered with remembered pleasures.
“Doesn’t Jerry miss it? Or doesn’t he like it?”
“Oh, he likes it fine — or he used to. And he’d probably like it again. But I got him to try it with me and he just refused to push it when he saw how much of a strain it was for me.”
“He sounds like a terrific guy.”
“That’s why I married him.”
Kim absently rubbed one hand over her breasts, through the dressing gown and the pajamas. “You said there were other things you don’t get enough of.”
“Well, I don’t know if I should tell you…”
Kim put on an alcohol-enhanced expression of mock outrage. “Of all the nerve! I showed you mine! Now it’s your turn!”
“I don’t want to shock you or anything.”
“Try me.” It was a Dare-You! tone of voice.
“Well,” Connie said slowly, “sometimes I — I like to go to bed with a woman.”
“You mean a threesome?” Kim sounded skeptical, but — hopeful?
“That, too. But sometimes just a pretty, sweet, sexy woman.”
She was watching Kim carefully for a reaction.
“I’m sorry if I shocked you — ”
“No, no — it’s not that.” Kim finished her port and turned to face Connie. “I’ve done that, too. In college, a couple of times.”
“But never again?”
“I’ve thought about it once or twice, but I was never sure how to approach it.”
“It’s not easy, these days.” Connie held Kim’s stare and slowly raised one hand to caress that warm, flushed cheek, so smooth and damp under her fingers.
Kim brought her hand up to cover Connie’s and hold it. She slowly turned her head and pressed her lips to Connie’s palm.
“That time in college — you liked it?”
“It was so sweet and gentle,” Kim murmured against Connie’s palm. “So wonderful to feel the softness and giving, to have a lover who knew what I needed…”
Connie guided Kim’s face closer and kissed her on the lips, softly, with her mouth closed. She felt Kim shiver and turned to her on the sofa. She kissed Kim’s jaw up to her ear and let her tongue toy with the lobe, then dart inside briefly. She felt Kim’s lips on her shoulder, against the material of her tights, and felt Kim’s arm go around her tiny waist, pulling her close.
Kim tilted her face up with her eyes closed and her lips parted as Connie knelt on the sofa. She brought her lips down on Kim’s and they kissed passionately, their tongues tantalizing and dancing with each other. Kim had both hands on Connie’s slender torso now and was moving them up and down, savoring Connie’s compact frame.
Without breaking the kiss, Connie shifted and knelt a-straddle Kim’s thighs, enjoying the warmth and fullness of Kim’s breasts against her abdomen. Kim’s hands began tugging at the neck opening of Connie’s tights, working it down over her shoulders. She almost came when she realized what Kim was doing. Connie worked her arms out of the tights and pushed them down to her waist. Kim broke the kiss and began licking Connie’s shoulders and the upper swells of her breasts. She reached behind Connie and unsnapped the bra.
Connie sighed with pleasure when her pert breasts were released from their confinement and then moaned when Kim began flicking her tongue lightly back and forth over one nipple. Connie caressed her lover’s face and ears as Kim’s agile tongue manipulated and teased her throbbing nipple.
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