The canary was twittering and a wealth of new blooms perfumed the swing room. Susie closed the door and darted to the chest of drawers, opened the one containing the jijis and chose one somewhat larger than yesterday's, this one colored robin's egg blue.
She climbed onto the swing and glanced at her image in the door mirror, saw her face flush with excitement and the bare breast Howard had massaged looking swollen, with its cap enlarged to a livid cone. She tucked the skirt of her tunic up into the waist and spread her legs. Her hair-fringed split glistened with vaginal dew, and the mouth had opened eager to receive the jiji.
She poked the little egg into it, fingered it out of sight, paused with a finger inside her, gazing at the mirror, thinking, Susie, there you sit with your legs spread and a finger up your love hole, aren't you ashamed? Why aren't you blushing?
In her other hand she held the clit sucker, Howard's gift. Howard stroking her bare boob while he pulled his cock! How intently she had stared at the horny organ, watching each stroke lift his loaded scrotum! It had been a revelation. Perhaps she had ducked out of further intimacies to contemplate the display of male genitals. How complex! Never again could she think of a penis as simply a ramming cylinder.
Now she took Howard's handiwork, examined the bell end, then the small rubber bulb. She brought it down to her split and dipped the bell into the juiciness of the vaginal mouth, then slid it up to her limp clit.
She thought, Goodness, it will be like stuffing a worm through a keyhole!
But her clit came to her aid, arousing excitedly as the instrument touched it, lifting to a feeble half-loop. She wriggled the bell mouth to it, expelling air from the bulb, screwed around until the tip of her clit appeared seated in the narrowness of the tube, and released the bulb.
Negative pressure sucked the bit of glistening pink noodle right in, stretching it, a voluptuous tug that made Susie rise off the swing seat, gasping.
Oo-oo! What a delicious pull!
The expanding bulb continued drawing until the tube was clogged, tightly sealed by an inch or even more of hardening pink clitoris.
Staring wide-eyed at it, she experimented, pressing and releasing the bulb very lightly. There was no escape of air, just a series of gentle, teasing sucks. Her swelling clit could not grow sidewise, so it lengthened until she filled almost two inches of the tube.
For some minutes she experimented with the gadget, until she had gotten the hang of it.
By then she felt hot all over. She began to swing.
She was panting. On fire. The jiji began its insane, unheard lopsided clicking, utterly at variance with the pulsing tugs of the clit sucker, like two cums ignoring each other, each seizing her attention, making her choke, then each again caught unawares by the ecstatic thrill of the other.
Then ribbons of fire grew, winding about her belly, interlacing, merging like octopus tentacles writhing together, melting to flowing rivers of rolling steam.
Susie heard herself cry out, "I'm cumming, wow what a cum!"
In the mirror her exposed breast had gone pink, orgasm inflaming her entire torso. The way she was screwing about on the swing seat made that tit lurch and dip, wobble and toss in a frenzy. The cum broke with a burst like a wave crashing on a beach, and Susie's moans of pleasure silenced even the twittering canary.
There on the swing she had no more doubts about the fact of multiple female orgasms. She learned to coordinate the rocking jiji and the clit sucker, letting the off-beat clicking ball bearings heat her, then working the bulb to pull her off the edge.
She was nearly exhausted when the mirror-backed door opened and Rita entered.
Susie smiled, shaped a kiss for dear Rita while gazing at her big tits, watching her unknot the sarong and remove it, exposing the lyre-like curves of her hips, the huge dark pubic bush.
Rita gazed smilingly at the rubber-capped plastic gadget, but made no comment. She simply sat on the swing beside Susie, gathering her close, tongue-kissing her so deeply and excitingly that Susie released her grip on the rubber bulb. She did not lose it, however, for suction held it there, stretching her clit as it dangled between her legs.
No words, just sucking Rita's tongue while the clicking jiji swam in her frothy love hole. She fondled Rita's breast, rubbing a swollen nipple.
She did not know what impulse led her to stroke down the girl's soft belly, fingers trembling in anticipation as they furrowed into the fluffiness of her bush and down between spread legs, pressing into squishy pussy.
As she caressed it she thought, Well, Susie, if you're lesbian then you just are lesbian, drift with it, and goodness what big, plump lips Rita has, how terribly exciting to squeeze and press and tug playfully at them!
Then Rita murmured, "Darling, I'm taking you to the couch."
Somehow they were off the swing, standing. The clit sucker hung there until Rita squeezed it hard enough to break the suction.
Susie stood smiling, eyes hooded with lust.
Her tunic was removed, and naked they went to the couch where she followed Rita's direction and laid down on her side. To her surprise Rita dropped down facing in the opposite direction, and with a start Susie realized what was about to occur.
"Raise a leg, darling wood nymph," Rita murmured. "I'm going to lap your pussy."
Gape-mouthed with astonishment, Susie obeyed.
The wet suction, a hundred times more voluptuous than the plastic gadget had been, seemed to bloat Susie's clitoris until it filled Rita's mouth.
There was a pull.
Crying out, Susie knew Rita was trying to gobble her entire vulva, hairy lips and all.
Before her loomed the great gleaming dark muff of Rita's pussy hair.
As she watched, a leg cocked up and she saw the dewy hair between, fringing the carmine wetness of her cunt.
Susie moved to it, impelled not by a desire to please her friend but by primal lust. Her nostrils were twitching at the strong odor of pussy. She palmed the satiny inner thigh, brushed her nose through mound hair. The odor made her quiver all over. She licked her lips and gazed at Rita's dark clit, a mere nubbin compared to her own.
Then her hole, a round, wet red mouth.
Nearer, into musky heat, she was suddenly closing her lips on clit and giving a suck.
Rita's whole body spasmed and down between her legs Susie felt tongue dart up her hole.
Rita's pussy was overcast with a rosy hue now, and Susie knew a cum was right there, oh yes, exploding as Rita almost swallowed clit and Susie bored into wet pussy, tonguing wildly. I'm eating pussy, she told herself. I'm lapping cunt.
My whole face is into it and I'm laughing, crying, exploding as cum wrenches my belly. But my tongue is cumming too as it washes Rita's clit and flags at her hot, slippery labia, even ventures into her hole.
Here I am between a girl's legs, embracing her hips and thighs, our bodies squeezed together, tits melting into bellies, and I love it!
I'm so hot I don't know where I am!
But what I am, that I know, I'm a cunt-lapping lesbian with a cum shooting sparks and firing off roman candles, gushing juices all over Rita's face and the couch, oh God I'll soak the whole thing.
Don't stop lapping, Rita. Don't ever stop!