"Frankly, Debbie," Jason told me one afternoon after I'd turned in my latest data, "you're work for us has been terrific. You seem to be able to compile input that even the most experienced and educated practitioners have difficulty with. In other words, you're a real pro."
I didn't know what to say… I'd never been more pleased by any compliment in my life.
"That is why," he continued, "I've had a little talk with the board of directors, and we've decided to put you, along with another of our outstanding volunteers, on salary."
"You mean I'll actually be working for you?" I gushed.
"Yes," he smiled that winning display of teeth of his.
"Will my duties remain the same?"
"No, considering your expertise, they'll be intensified. You and our other selection for professional staff status will be working together as a team on particularly significant and challenging respondents. That is why I want you to get acquainted with her as quickly as possible."
"Who is she?"
"Her name is Gloria Schaffer and she lives at…"
"But I already know her," I interrupted. "We've been friends for years."
"Perfect," he replied with obvious satisfaction. "I suppose we should have known that two women with such similar ability in the same area would be acquainted. You know the old saying… birds of a feather flock together."
"Then you want Gloria and I to get together and compare notes," I efficiently picked up the ball and ran with it, "before we start on our next assignment."
"Precisely," he said.
"Well, frankly," Gloria said over a drink at her house, "I'm willing to go all the way to get the right answers to the questions."
"So am I," I replied, wondering if her interpretation of such ultimate dedication to The S.E.X. Report was as comprehensive as mine. "Why don't we share techniques as they suggested at The Exchange?"
"Okay," she grinned. "Why don't you go first?"
"Why not?" I grinned back somewhat defensively, realizing that, like it or not, we were involved in a sort of competition. "Well, when I first start interviewing a guy, the first thing I ask him about is the size of his penis."
"A guy?" she blurted, taking me completely by surprise with her sudden question.
"Of course."
"You've been interviewing guys?"
"Yes."
"But I've been interviewing women," she said.
"No kidding?" I said, immediately intrigued. "What's the first thing you ask them?"
"About their… well, you know, their pussies. Their cunts."
"What… what?" I eagerly pumped her.
"Oh, usually I start with the question about how deep their orifices are. You know, how many inches of cock they can take."
"How do they usually answer?"
"Well, it's kind of inconclusive," she told me. "It turns out that most women don't have a husband or a lover with a prick really large enough to give them a stiff test. Most women say that they enjoy sex, but they're usually left wanting mare."
"Gee, that's really interesting. What else do you ask them?"
"Well," she went on, "I've had a lot of interesting responses to the question about whether they've ever considered making love to another woman. The idea of it, you know, is that if they're dissatisfied with the orgasm a man can make them have, then maybe another woman could do better because she's so familiar with the features of the female anatomy."
"What an interesting concept," I said. "How many of them actually give in to the temptation?"
"Oh, a lot of them," she assured me.
"And does it work?" I anxiously asked.
"In most cases," Gloria said. "It turns out that a few inches of another woman's tongue can, in many cases, accomplish twice as much as eight or ten inches of a man's hard-on. Fucking seems to be not just size, but in your partner knowing what to do."
"I never really thought about it," I admitted, "but I'll have to agree it sounds plausible."
"You mean you've never made it with another woman?" she asked without batting an eyelash.
"Have you?" I blurted.
"Of course," she grinned. "How do you think I get my questionnaires filled out so accurately?"
There was nothing I could do but blush. After all, we'd been the only two volunteers accepted by S.E.X. for upgrading to professional status. Obviously, if one of us had achieved recognition through the technique of making love to her respondents of one sex, it stood to reason that the other was employing a similar method with her respondents of the opposite gender.
There was an awkward pause, during which we just looked at each other. Then Gloria broke the ice.
"You're fucking the guys, aren't you, Debbie?" I nodded my head.
"Would you make love to the women if you were interviewing them?" she quickly asked.
"I… I don't now," I stammered. "I guess I'd have to think about it."
"Well, what are you going to do if you have to interview one and the answers don't come easily?" she pressed the point. "Especially if you should happen to draw a lesbian."
I was at a loss for words. I'd been so thrilled to be upgraded to professional status by S.E.X., but for the first time I was realizing what responsibilities such a promotion entailed.
"Don't worry," Gloria said soothingly. "Maybe I can help you out."
"I don't understand."
"You will," she smiled, and got up and walked toward the couch where I was sitting.
"What are you doing?" I asked as she reached for the buttons on the front of my blouse.
"Undressing you," she replied evenly. "When my lesson is over you'II have the confidence to interview anybody you run into – man or woman – with an emphasis on the latter."
"You mean," I gasped incredulously, "you expect to make love to me?"
"Why not?" she grinned knowingly. "Never underestimate what another woman can do for you. Just a couple of weeks with S.E.X. has taught me that much."
Part of me wanted to resist, but a more overwhelming portion was transfixed by curiosity. Besides, Gloria's fingers were so expertly swift, that she had my blouse off of me before I could make a move.
Suddenly I was looking down at my own breasts. There was no way I could deny the obvious excitement with which they swelled out of the cups of my bra. It looked as if the bra were several sizes too small.
"I'll bet your nipples are hard," Gloria purred. "AS hard as pebbles."
Before I could make an estimate as to their rigidity, Gloria was busily finding out for herself her fingers slipped under the lace of my bra and slipped under the mounds of my tits. Then, as though she were excavating them with a crane, she lifted the two hemispheres of flesh from their resting places. My bra-cups collapsed into wrinkly nothingness as my naked breasts abruptly bobbed free.
"Ahhhh," she licked her lips, "I knew I was right."
She was.
My nipples were as erect as miniature hard-ons. They were sticking out at least an inch apiece.
Gloria's head immediately dropped to my chest, and her face plowed between my cleavage. Jiggling her cheeks against each of my tits, she shook her head and burrowed into the crux of my bosom as deeply as she could go.
Then, as I uncontrollably moaned from excitement, her hands shot up and covered my jugs. Her fingers seized my nipples and began twisting and squeezing them. I knew that tomorrow they would be black and blue, and, incredibly, I loved the idea of it.
"Mmmmmmmm, hurt me," I heard myself saying as though I were a witness to what was happening rather than a participant.
"Don't worry," Gloria assured me, "the fun is just beginning. I haven't even touched your cunt yet."
It was an oversight that by now I hoped she wasn't going to waste any time taking care of.
As if she could read my mind, she inserted a knee between my opening thighs and rammed it against my crotch. My panties might as well have not been there as my pussy immediately drenched her gouging knee-cap.
Then, wanting even more, I dropped my hands to my waist and hurriedly began unsnapping my skirt. When it was loose, I tore it from my waist and threw it to the floor. Thank God it was one of those wrap-around fashions that are so easy to get rid of in a pinch.
Now my hands transferred themselves from my body to Gloria's. Even more determinedly than I had attacked my skirt, I set to work on getting hers out of the way.
Screeching the zipper down in back, I parted the folds of the waist and tugged the dress down her shapely hips. To my joy, she wasn't wearing a stitch underneath. My mouth watered at the sight of her exceptionally hairy cunt.
All of a sudden the foreplay was just an irritation to me. Now that I had seen the beauty of what Gloria had between her legs I wanted to stop fooling around and get down to business. Even though I was actually a virgin when it came to sex with a person of the same sex, my impulses were operating like those of a hardened dyke.
"Get down on the floor and let me eat you," I implored. "I can't wait to taste your pussy."
"I was hoping you'd say that," she gurgled wetly in my ear, and then fell back.
Like an acrobat she landed perfectly on the floor, arching her body backward so that her long, lissome legs came apart in a delicious snap. Suddenly I found myself gazing into the maw of her wide-open cunt, her labia parted at least three inches.
I drove toward her hairy, pink crux, my tongue the point of my descent. The instant I landed against her gooey muff, my oral prod shot to the root up her love-pit. The tip struck the puckering nodule of her cervix on the first try.
"Oh, sweet Jesus," she gushed, "fuck me with your tongue! Your hard, hard tongue!"
I did.
It was amazing to me how erect I could make it. Incredibly, my tongue became as stiff and as rigid as any cock I'd ever had anything to do with. I'm not bullshitting – it really felt like I had a hard-on growing out of my mouth.
And I used it the same way a man would use his prick.
Only better!
Because I was a woman… a woman who instinctively knew where another woman liked to get it.
"Oooooooh," she moaned her appreciation, "your tongue is so fantastic. Now lift up my sweater and get at my tits."
I was expecting the result. When her sweater was bunched around her neck I saw that she hadn't been wearing a bra either. Her breasts were naked and pulsing.
And they were perfect.
I closed my hands over them, seizing the strawberry-sized nipples and crushing them in my gasp. She bucked under my assault, arching her body several inches off the floor, and swallowing my mouth to my teeth with heir sucking pussy lips in the thrusting process.
My two front teeth gnashed against her clit at once. Clamping down with a fury, I twisted the delectable bud in my oral grip until Gloria screamed for mercy. Needless to say, that just made me bite even harder.
With every chomp of her joy-button, the cream ran more freely from her cunt below. Pretty soon my mouth was filled with pussy juice, and then it was gurgling down my throat to my ravenous stomach. Before we were finished I'd have a bellyful of her succulent female cum.
She wrapped her thighs around my neck and I chewed and sucked and licked and probed harder and harder. Pussy was wonderful. It was hard to believe I'd gone so long in my life passing it up.
In my naivete, I thought what we were doing was the ultimate. But I still had a lot to learn. The fun was just beginning.
"I'm hungry for your cunt," Gloria gurgled. "Turn around on top of me so I can get my mouth between your legs."
I may have been a neophyte, but she didn't have to tell me to keep my tongue in gear while I was repositioning the lower half of my body. Continuing to fuck her twat with my mouth, I made a 180-degree turn so that my legs were straddling her head.
"Now," she gushed, "lay it on me. Cover my mouth with your beautiful dripping pussy."
In an instant the lips of my snatch were pressing against the lips of her mouth. Her tongue hardened and automatically duplicated the action with which I had been engorging her cunt since we'd first fallen to the floor.
I was the six and she was the nine as we engaged in the numerical sex-act devoted to mutual oral stimulation of the genitals. Of course I had sixty-nined before, but this was the first time I'd ever eaten cunt instead of cock while my own pussy was being devoured.
You know what? It was better than with a man.
Sure, I won't deny that a cock down the throat can be fantastic. However, a snatch smearing against your lips is even sweeter. And, in addition, your partner, being another woman, knows the precise points at which to optimally stimulate your own love-hungry nookie.
Who needed a cock when Gloria's tongue was as rigid as an iron bar, and as active as a piston?
Likewise, if there had been a miniaturized television camera lodged within Gloria's honey-pot, it would have monitored my oral prod only as a pink blur.
Oh, we were doing it. Fucking with our stiff tongues. Tickling the tips against the mouths of our wombs, and actually worming the tips within the warm uterine confines.
Then Gloria took it a step further. Her tongue pulled out of my twat and dipped below into the tight orifice of my ass. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world as she began drilling up my bunghole.
Needless to say, I immediately followed suit. To my delirious satisfaction, her shit-pit was even more succulent than her pussy.
And it squeezed so hard. Her rectum was like a vise as I desperately fought for inch after inch of penetration.
If somebody had told me before today that I would taste the fragments of another woman's shit, I would have thought them demented. And for them to have suggested that I would be intoxicated by the flavor would have sent me scurrying to the nearest mental health facility to investigate having them committed.
Yet, incredibly, here I was with my tongue at least six inches up another woman's asshole, literally lapping up every trace of shit I could find… and loving every chunky fragment!
My breath would be terrible when we were finished making love, but right now I was reveling in the pungency.
And, of course, so was Gloria.
I hadn't realized it was possible, but suddenly I started coming in my ass. Yes, fantastically, I was experiencing something which could only be described as an anal orgasm.
"Oh God," I admitted it, "I'm coming coming in my ass."
"So am I," she answered. "But if you keep talking about it, that means you're not tonguing me. Just shut up and keep sticking me."
Fair enough. Why gab when you can tonguefuck a beautiful woman's ass?
Our slurping filled the room was we renewed our thrusts to the hilt. At the same time, we each covered the other's cunt with a hand and began manipulating the vaginal folds. Pressing each other's clitoral buzzer, both of us sent a load of hot pussy cream into the other's face.
The room seemed to rock from the impact of our bumping and grinding. Our asses wiggled so violently that we each must have lost a couple of inches around the hips. A steady diet of lesbian love apparently meant a girl could drop down a couple of sizes in her wardrobe.
There was no doubt about it, Gloria and I were going to make a great team!