In the summer of 2019, the last summer of the old world, a young Spaniard named Marga, who had lain with several men in her twenty-one years, unexpectedly found herself having an affair with a woman. It was as much a shock to her as anyone, for she had enjoyed penetrative sex with guys and had never imagined that she would be as attracted to a woman as she was to Bella.
And yet, Marga and Isobela’s relationship was far from a one-night stand. They had experimented with face sitting recently, as told earlier in the series, and were looking to branch out even further. Isobela and Marga were seeing each other several times a week, and we rejoin them on their first trip together to a sex shop.
“…we’ve got lube. And I’m getting this mini vibrator…” Isobela ticked off the list of liquids and toys that were increasingly filling up their shopping basket to bursting. Marga was getting anxious about the bill.
“Isn’t that one for guys? You know, to go up their…”
“It can go wherever we want it to go!”
There was a new dildo too, a big thing, firm but just squishy enough to pass for a human cock. Secretly, Marga was looking forward to using that most of all. She loved cunnilingus, giving and receiving. She had learned a lot already and was finding it more pleasurable and easier to bring Bella off. But, deep down, she still felt something was lacking. Something that a penis could provide. This, she knew, would be lost on Isobela, who had never known anything about the lesbian lifestyle. That big dildo would, ahem, fill a hole, for now at least.
At the checkout, Marga watched aghast as the total sailed first past the one hundred and then the one-hundred-and-fifty-euro mark. These toys had better bring some pretty damn strong rewards for that sort of money. She would have to budget carefully for the rest of the week. Of course, if she wasn’t paying rent…if she was living with Bella…
No. She wasn’t ready to go all in yet. She was very comfortable with Isobela, but the thought of being with her forever somehow made her wince. As if she hadn’t come around to the idea of abandoning men forever.
They got home and Bella showered while Marga cooked, secretly doing financial calculations in her head. She would have to ask for extra shifts…
But her worries fell away when Bella came out of the shower. That mussed-up ginger hair. That pale skin, almost vampish yet not quite creepy. That nose ring. And she was wrapped only in a towel and smelled gorgeous as she stood behind Marga, putting her hands on her hips and kissing the back of her neck even as she stood at the stove.
“Come to bed. We can finish the meal later,” she whispered.
“It’ll spoil,” Marga murmured.
“Not if you turn the heat right down, just to keep it simmering!”
Marga felt her pussy awaken at the scent of her lover and she knew she could not resist. Turning, she pressed her lips hard to Bella’s. They kissed passionately and Marga felt Bella’s hands run down her hips to her bottom.
“Come with me,” Bella said, taking Marga’s hand and pulling it gently but firmly away from the stove. Marga just had time to flick the dial of the gas down to the lowest heat.
It had been three days, so both were very much in the mood. Bella fell on Marga, practically tearing the buttons of her shirt off. When they were both disrobed, they fell to light body worship; contorting and twisting that each would not have their lips parted more than a moment from their lover’s flesh. They rolled and tumbled about the bed, treating each inch of the other’s body as if it were an erogenous zone. Now Isobela was sucking Marga’s toes. Now Marga was running her lips down Bella’s spine. Bella ran her fingers through Marga’s hair and kissed her scalp. The next moment, Marga made love to Bella’s inner thighs from above while Bella grasped Marga’s buttocks and kissed her outer genitals. Flesh was kissed that had scarcely been touched, never mind kissed, in many years and it was as if each kiss was a knot in their ever-tighter bond.
At last, Marga could wait no more. She begged to have her clitoris stimulated and Bella agreed, promising to add a twist this time.
Marga opened her legs and felt Bella’s sweet breath on her crotch. There were some gentle licks that felt nice, but then a new sound…the whizz of a motor. A moment later, Isobela was pressing the mini vibrator to her clit and licking at the same time!
Bella was gentle but firm and Marga’s vagina opened up to her, literally and figuratively. She felt her lips part a little. The vibrator was pushed gently inside her and it strummed her innards. And now she was starting to feel orgasm stirring. Bella’s tongue supplemented the vibrator, licking her outer clit with firm strokes.
“Tell me what you need,” Isobela said softly.
“Faster, please!” Marga gasped. She was enjoying it too much to feel any of the embarrassment she had, when younger, felt at her genitals having a lover’s undivided attention. Isobela’s tongue increased its strokes and Marga could feel that her pussy was moist and ready…ready…ready for a cock that would not come, she knew. Unless she asked for it…
“Can we use the dildo, please?!” she asked breathlessly.
Bella heard her words and reached for the second toy with her right hand, her left holding the vibrator in place. The faux penis easily slipped inside Marga and Bella slid it in and out. Marga felt her orgasm approaching fast now and, though she felt guilty for forgetting Bella, she closed her eyes and wished it was a real cock doing the work. She pictured some of the men she had seen naked and pictured their faces smiling down at her. She saw again their bare chests hovered above hers and then she recalled their penises again in her mind’s eye, Pablo’s wide, mole-patterned dick or Eloi’s pierced cock or Davide’s…
Real or not, her swollen clit felt incredible, more alive than it ever had before. She was going to come hard…Yes! Marga’s body was seized by a spasm as she came, and she jerked up with a cry. The dildo stroked her erogenous zones and her orgasm shifted into a new, more powerful phase and she turned the air blue with her yells and cries of ecstasy. Oh, why hadn’t they told her that toys and a tongue could be as good as a cock in sex-ed?! Pleasure surged through her body and her breasts shook and her neck almost cricked as she stretched it back, just as she had when her last boyfriend had fucked her brains out on holiday...