Cleanliness Is Next to Ecstasy (FF)

Cleanliness Is Next to Ecstasy (FF) 

Martha was pissed.  Her ten o'clock appointment had cancelled.  At
ten-fifteen!  

She could have been showing houses to that new couple who had called
yesterday.  Instead, she had wasted the whole morning.  Martha was a
good real estate agent.  She had started four years ago when her
husband, Jack, had left her to write the next Great American Novel.
She had started working for a friend as a secretary in the friend's
real estate office until she could find something better to support
her eleven-year-old daughter, Prudence.  Her third day on the job
another realtor in the office had called in sick and Martha had filled
in for him at an appointment.  Her previously unknown talent for
selling had come through and she closed the deal that afternoon.
Although she was unlicensed then, some of the commission had fallen
into her pocketbook.  Last year she had sold over $2,000,000 worth of
property and had fun doing it.  Missed appointments meant missed
sales.  Martha believed in fate.  A missed appointment on Monday
didn't augur well for the week.

"Oh, well," she thought.  "This is Rose's neighborhood.  I'll stop by
and have a cup of coffee with her if she's home."

Rose was a cousin of hers and an old childhood friend.  They had grown
up together and had continued their close relations into adulthood.
When Jack had left Martha, Rose had endured many a weepy phone call
and had been very supportive.  "You treat our house like your house,"
Rose had said when she gave Martha a key.  Martha had never used the
key except when watering Rose's houseplants while Rose, Jeff and
Camille were on vacation.  Still she appreciated the gesture and often
visited Rose.  They were her main social contacts.  Being a
late-thirties divorcee with a child was not the swinging life-style
that Cosmo would have you believe.

Rose's Volvo station wagon was in the driveway.  Rose always lived the
House Beautiful, 2.3 kids, suburban lifestyle.  In only two respects
was Rose not your typical middleclass soccer mom.  Instead of 2.3
kids, she only had one child, Camille, a beautiful sixteen-year-old
daughter.  Martha often thought Rose had not had another child to
stave off further widening of the hips caused by Camille's birth.
Rose was also a tease.  Although she talked like she was very
straight-laced, some of her actions contradicted her spoken opinions.
Her skirts were always an inch or so shorter than was strictly
fashionable.  (She did have great legs, though, Martha thought.)  Her
clothes always fit snugly, accenting an ass that was still firm and
alluring despite her worries after giving birth.  

Martha pulled in and parked.  Going to the side door, Martha opened it
and called out, "Yoo-hoo.  Anybody home?"

**********************************

Rose was getting ready for her bath.  She had always liked this time
of day.  After getting Camille and Jeff out of the house she could
relax.  A long, warm, soothing bath always prepared her for the rest
of the day.  However, after her encounter with Celeste several weeks
ago, bath time had become even more enjoyable.

Rose showered quickly in the separate shower stall to get off all the
dirt and grime of the previous twenty-four hours.  Then she poured
some bath oil into her warm tub and slid in.  She lay there feeling
the tension flow out of her body.  Her muscles relaxed and she rested
for several minutes in almost a meditative state trying to shut out
the world.

Rose closed her eyes as her hands began to caress her skin.  Very
lightly her fingers traced up one arm and down the other.  Both hands
moved in rhythmic patterns across her tummy and then up to the sides
of her breasts.  Around each breast, her hands continued lazily.
"Don't touch the nipples yet," she thought.  The nipples, with ideas
of their own, erected and ached to be touched as her fingers continued
to caress the smooth skin.  Finally, the fingers gently teased the
nipples.  Rose groaned and squeezed her eyes more tightly shut.  In
her mind it was not her hands but the hands of an unseen lover that so
sensitively catered to her every whim and desire.

As her right hand continued to tease her breasts and nipples, her left
hand moved downward in small circular motions toward her thighs.  Her
legs fell open begging the hand to enter the slick space between them,
but the unseen lover would not do that yet.  Using her fingernails,
Rose excited the nerves along her inner thighs, resisting the call for
more intense stimulation.  Her hips tilted upward as her heels moved
to the top of the tub.  Her pussy begged for attention.  Still the
fingernails caressed the exercise-toned legs and then descended
between them to run along her lower ass cheeks.  Rose thought that her
ass was her best asset.  She had recently discovered that it was also
very excitable, both the skin of the cheeks and the rosebud hidden
between them.  Now she dragged each oily finger over that rosebud
sending shudders through her body.

At last the unseen lover moved to her pussy.  Slowly, slowly a finger
traced from her asshole across the sensitive perineum just barely
grazing her pussy lips as it traveled to her clitoris.  Her poor,
neglected clit stood up proudly waiting for its time of attention.
The finger circled once, twice, then coquettishly moved lower again.
This time the finger sank deeper between the cunt lips stopping at the
bottom of the slit but not entering her slot.  The finger twirled
there briefly then started back up.

**********************************

Martha could not believe what she was seeing.  Getting no response to
her greeting, she had wandered through the house looking for Rose.
Glancing into the bedroom she had seen the door open to the bath with
a flash of female skin beyond.  Growing up together, she and Rose had
often seen each other naked or partially dressed, taking baths
together, in gym and while shopping for clothes.  Martha didn't think
Rose would be embarrassed by the interruption.  When she got near the
bathroom door, she couldn't believe her eyes.

The greeting that Martha was forming stuck in her mouth.  Rose was
caressing herself.  Martha knew she should leave, but she couldn't
tear her eyes away.  As she watched, one of Rose's hands descended
from stroking her breast to stroke her legs and then began to lightly
touch her pussy.  Finally, as the first hand began to thrum her clit
rapidly, Rose used two fingers from her other hand to fuck herself.
The trill that Rose emitted when she orgasmed broke Martha out of her
fixation on watching.  Quickly but softly she withdrew from the house.  

Martha stopped at the first fast food joint she came to and ordered an
extra-large Coke.  Sitting in a booth taking big gulps of the cold
liquid, she began to calm down.  She had seen some masturbation scenes
on the porno films that Jack had occasionally rented.  Nothing on film
had been as hot as what she had just watched.

**********************************

Martha managed to recover and close a sale that afternoon.  When she
turned her bedside light out that night the vision that she had seen
came back to her.  In her mind's eye she watched Rose's hand descend
toward that red-haired pussy again.  This time her own hand matched
that motion twirling in her brunette curls.  Martha came quickly and
violently, turning her face into her pillow to muffle her intense
scream of joy.

The next morning Martha was doing paperwork in her office.  The
secretary, who was twenty-three, had come to work there after staying
home with her first child for a year.  Martha had always thought Peggy
dressed more like a teenager by wearing micro-minis than a working
woman.  If the weather was anywhere close to warm Peggy also dispensed
with panty hose.  Such was the case today, a beautiful day in late
spring.

Martha would not normally have cared.  Yesterday's events and Peggy's
need to retrieve some papers from the bottom file drawer in Martha's
office conspired against her.  The view when Peggy bent over was
spectacular.  Yellow cotton panties hugged a slightly overfull ass.
Since Peggy was standing with her feet apart, Martha could have
counted every hair on Peggy's cunt if there were no panties in the
way.  As it was Martha could clearly see the outline of two beautiful
lips.

Martha quickly looked back at her desk when Peggy stood back up.
Martha couldn't get the sight out of her mind.  She made up pictures
of Peggy stripping and frigging herself right on Martha's desk.  She
saw Peggy plunging a finger (no, two!) into her nether hole while
pulling on her nipples.  Martha rapidly became frazzled and left for
lunch early.  A double scoop at Baskin-Robbins managed to calm her
down before her afternoon appointment.  That night she screamed into
her pillow again as pictures of Rose masturbating and Peggy's
panty-clad ass alternated in her mind.

After dropping Pru at school Wednesday morning, Martha stopped at
Starbucks for a cup of coffee.  She thought about her predicament for
a while.  At last she came to the conclusion that she had to see more.
She would pay more attention to Peggy in the office.  She would also
try to catch Rose in her bath again.  Checking her appointment book
Martha saw that she was full today but tomorrow morning was open.
Perhaps she would 'just drop by' Rose's house for a cup of coffee in
the morning.

Martha was much more collected the rest of the day.  That night she
got into bed and went to sleep immediately.

Thursday morning found Martha spending a little extra time on her
makeup and clothes.  

"Mom, you look sharp today," remarked Pru.  "Something special going
on?"

"I've got a special appointment today, honey."

"Well, if looks count, you'll get them to sign on the dotted line,"
remarked Pru as she got out of her mom's Pontiac.  "Especially if it's
a man," she said, winking.

"I've got to be more careful and listen closely," Martha thought.
"Being a freshman in high school is a lot different than it used to
be."

Martha calculated times exactly.  Figuring that she had shown up at
Rose's about 10:25 on Monday morning, she wanted to get there at 10:20
today to make sure she got a full show.  All the way there she worried
that Rose would be out this morning.  As she turned into Rose's
street, she was elated.  Rose's Volvo sat in the drive.  Martha was
unsure of her feelings.  She wanted to see Rose's nude body and
preferably Rose engaged in caressing those treasures.  But she didn't
want to offend Rose.  Particularly, Martha didn't want Rose to think
she was queer and possibly end or significantly reduce their
friendship.  She had to be very careful.  After all, masturbation in
private didn't mean public acceptance of anything unapproved by Sister
Mary Margaret, their parochial school PE teacher.

"Hello.  Anybody home?"  Martha almost whispered as she let herself
in.  She closed the door very carefully not making any noise.

"Hi, Martha," Rose exclaimed.

Martha almost jumped out of her skin.  As she turned around she saw
Rose leaning in from the hall.

"I thought I heard someone come in," Rose said.  "What's up."  Rose
crossed the kitchen and bussed Martha's cheek.

"I called out.  I must not have called loud enough," Martha
apologized.  "I was just in the area and thought I'd drop in for
coffee."

"Just two cups left," Rose said looking at the Krupps
cappuccino/expresso/coffee maker.  "But we won't have too long.  I've
got my aerobics classes at the Y on Tuesday and Thursday mornings."

Martha tried to conceal her disappointment.  Not only had she missed
seeing Rose masturbate again (if she did it every day), she also
wouldn't have the pleasure of a gabfest with her closest buddy.  As
Rose turned to get cups out of the cabinet, Martha appraised her
outfit.  The turquoise spandex shorts molded her perfect ass.  They
lifted it slightly but were tight enough to separate the cheeks.  As
Rose turned around, Martha could see that they were also tight enough
to highlight her pussy lips.  As Rose poured the coffee, Martha
evaluated her profile.  The jogging bra was short, showing a lot of
skin above the low slung shorts.  The bra material was thin, clearly
outlining Rose's nipples.  The total effect was the tease that Martha
knew so well.

After a short time talking small talk about kids, work, activities
etc. Rose stood up.  "I'm sorry.  I've got to go now.  Class starts at
eleven," Rose said.  She sensed that Martha was up tight for some
reason.  "Look, we haven't had a good talk in several weeks.  Jeff and
I are tied up with things this weekend.  Can you come back Monday and
we'll have a long chat?"

Martha brightened.  "Let me check my calendar.  Yes, I can come by
Monday morning.  What time?"

"Why don't you come about ten.  Then we can talk and maybe spill over
into lunch."  Rose was immediately looking forward to it, too.  Martha
and Rose kissed cheeks as they parted outside.

When Martha got back to her office, she was doubly disappointed.  The
weather was now cooler than normal.  Peggy was wearing a pair of
unattractive jeans with a sweatshirt.

That night Martha again used the pillow to muffle her cries as she
remembered Rose in her workout shorts and Rose working out in her
bathtub.

**********************************

Monday dawned sunny and warm.  Martha planned to meet Rose at 9:30
although Rose expected 10:00.  Martha could always claim that she had
written down the appointment wrong.  Maybe Rose would still be petting
her satin doll.

Martha again let herself in the side door.  Receiving no response to
her greeting, Martha tiptoed off in search of Rose.

"Wow, I really needed that," Rose thought.  She slowly removed her
hands from between her legs.  Jeff had not felt well this past weekend
and he certainly had not felt Rose well.  In fact, Jeff had not felt
Rose at all.  She was now relaxed in all ways as she stood up and
stepped out of the tub.  She was just picking up her towel when she
saw Martha in the hall.  "Hi, I didn't expect you so early.  Is it ten
already?"

"Ten!  I wrote down 9:30 in my book.  I'm sorry.  I can come back,"
lied Martha.

"No, no, no!  You can talk to me while I finish getting dressed."
With that Rose finished drying off and wrapped the towel around
herself.  As she and Martha began to relate events of the weekend,
Rose sat on her dresser bench.  She picked up some after-bath lotion
and began to smooth it on her legs, then her arms.

"Here.  Let me help you," Martha volunteered as Rose started on her
shoulders.  Martha had been disappointed to see Rose out of the bath
already.  However, the glimpses she got of that well-toned body were
great.  Now she was nonchalant about the offer but tried using all her
mind power and some body English to get Rose to accept. 

"Thanks," Rose said.  "I can never do my back well, so it often gets
dry and itchy."

Martha sat down on one end of the bench as Rose slid over slightly.
Martha poured some lotion in her hand and began smoothing it on.  The
skin felt heavenly to Martha.  She smoothed it on slowly with a light
touch.

Rose loosened the towel so that it slipped part way down her back.  As
Martha began to smooth on the lotion Rose began enjoying it.  "If Jeff
were only so considerate," she thought.  The soft fingers smoothing
the silky lotion across her skin reminded her of her fantasies of an
unknown lover touching her.  The fingers began to feel like they were
caressing her and Rose felt her clit begin to tingle.

Martha was enjoying this more than her pillow fantasies that she had
imagined over the past week.  She inhaled the scent of Rose's hair.
She saw the supple muscles across Rose's back.  Far from looking manly
the muscles were long and smooth giving strength to the femininity
underneath.  She wanted to touch even more skin.  "Bend over some so I
can get lower on your back," Martha said.

Rose leaned over resting her forearms on her thighs.  She let go of
the towel, which dropped to her legs.  Martha could see the sides of
Rose's breasts, but they hung down far enough to bury the nipples in
the soft fluffiness of the towel.  Martha continued caressing the
lotion further down Rose's back.  When she reached Rose's waist,
Martha decided to try something more daring.  Pouring more lotion into
her hands, she began a new motion.  "Do you remember learning to do
this, I think they called it effleurage, in our Lamaze classes?"

The motion used both hands to stroke up the center of the back across
the shoulders and down the sides.  The second time around Martha moved
her hands further out so that she barely touched the sides of Rose's
breasts.  Martha continued the motion for several minutes.  Every
three or four repetitions Martha moved her hands out further to caress
more of Rose's mounds. 

Rose was alternately excited and scared.  The repetitive strokes along
her breasts felt good, more exciting than anything she could remember
since the first few times she and Jeff had petted in the back seat of
his car.  But she was also scared.  "Martha doesn't realize what she's
doing to me.  What if she suspects that I'm getting excited?  She
might never come back if she thinks I'm queer," thought Rose.  Still,
she wanted this feeling to go on as long as possible.

Martha noticed that Rose did not object to the increasingly bold
caresses.  She tried to screw up her courage to pretend to rub lotion
on Rose's stomach.  If Rose didn't object, she could then move up to
her nipples directly.  Maybe.  If Martha could get up the courage.  If
Rose didn't make any motion that might be interpreted as no.  If, if,
if.

Ri-i-n-n-n-g.  Both Rose and Martha jumped.  "My cell phone," Martha
explained as they both looked at the noisy pocketbook.   Martha
answered it.  

"Yes.  Yes, I'll be there in fifteen minutes.  Good-bye."

"I've got to go," Martha said.  "There's a problem with this
afternoon's closing that only I can fix.  I'm sorry I can't stay."

"That's okay.  I understand," Rose said with a mixture of
disappointment and relief.

Martha leaned over to kiss Rose good-bye on the cheek.  Rose turned
her head to do the same.  Rose was not paying attention and the women
ended up lip to lip.  Martha had expected to touch cheeks for several
seconds as usual.  She was tilting forward with no way to back up
quickly.  Oh, Rose's lips were so soft.  Martha didn't want to stop
but she was embarrassed, too. 

Rose was enjoying the kiss, also.  Martha's weight and balance meant
Rose couldn't go anywhere when she realized her positioning mistake.
Martha's lipstick tasted delicious and her perfume was light but so
sensual.  However, she and Martha were not supposed to be kissing
cousins.

Martha finally overcame the forward inertia and reversed herself to
upright again.  Both the women blushed.  "I'm so clumsy," Martha said.

"That's alright," Rose said, shakily.  "I wasn't looking to see where
your cheek was."

Martha almost cried when she got back in her car.  "I almost had my
courage up to try more and the phone rings.  It's just as good.  Rose
would have been shocked if I tried anything else," she thought.

**********************************

The next day while Rose was bathing, she pondered her feelings and
reactions of the day before.  She had really enjoyed the caresses.
She wanted to explore these feelings for Martha, but she was afraid of
Martha's reaction.  Sure, she had done some things with Celeste a few
weeks ago.  If Celeste had turned her down, so what?  She didn't see
Celeste often and with the little blackmail that she threatened
Celeste with, Rose wasn't worried about Celeste spreading rumors.  

With Martha it was different.  She liked Martha as a friend and didn't
want to lose her.  Rose wasn't worried Martha would gossip if she was
offended.  They had been friends too long for that.  It was just that
Martha was so defenseless with no other emotional support.  She could
be hurt badly if Rose made the wrong move.  In the end Rose's newly
awakened lust won out

"Martha, how are you?  I was so disappointed that we still didn't get
to talk," Rose tumbled out a string of words to get past her
nervousness.  It had taken fifteen minutes to get up the nerve to dial
Martha's phone.  "Look, are you busy Friday afternoon?  You could come
for lunch and then we could gab until you need to pick up Pru."

"Great, I'll see you about noon," Martha responded.

**********************************

When Martha pulled into Rose's drive on Friday, she was very calm.
Fate had caused the phone interruption on Monday and told her that she
was not supposed to make any move on Rose.  She had resigned herself
to cherishing that one memory of Rose jilling herself.  Consequently,
she was relaxed and looking forward to spending a girl-talk afternoon
with her old friend.

Rose opened the door when she saw Martha pull in.  Rose had spent an
hour last night selecting her outfit.  The emerald-green skirt was as
short as any she had, almost as short as some of Camille's.  The
blouse was a white, semi-transparent rayon number.  Underneath you
could see a lacy, emerald-green bra.  Looking at herself in the
mirror, Rose imagined that another person could see her nipples if the
light was right.

Martha was dressed more conservatively but not severely.  Fitting for
the late spring day, which promised to be hot, she was wearing a long
sundress with a jacket over her shoulders.  Rose could see that Martha
was wearing sandals with no hose.

"What a lovely table," Martha said.  Rose had set the lunch on the
glass table on the screened porch overlooking the pool.  "Wine! This
early!" 

"Well, you don't have to go back to work and you won't have to pick up
Pru until track practice is over. Right?" Rose queried.

The crab salad was delicious.  Over the next forty-five minutes
between the anecdotes and the giggles the first bottle of Chardonnay
disappeared.  When Rose brought back the next bottle, she said, "Why
don't we lay out in the sun.  It must be eighty out there and we could
get a little color to carry us into the summer."

"Sounds great, but I didn't plan for that.  Next time I'll bring my
bikini," Martha laughed.

"We're close to the same size.  Use one of mine," Rose said.  "Come
on.  It'll feel good.  Especially, with this next bottle of wine."

Martha followed Rose into her bedroom.  Quickly, three bikinis
materialized on the bed as Martha and Rose shed their clothes.  Rose
selected a burgundy color for Martha and a deep purple one for
herself.  Rose had hers on in a trice.

Martha appraised her cousin.  As befitted a woman trying to hide
stretch marks, the bottoms were more hipsters than thong.  The top,
though, left little to the imagination.  The triangles were large
enough to meet in the middle, but Rose's full bust was clearly visible
around the cloth and her nipples made nice punctuation marks in the
middle of the triangles.

"Here, let me help," Rose offered as Martha had a little trouble
sorting out the strings of her top.  Rose had to do something to keep
from staring at Martha's tits.  Two orange halves sitting firmly on
her chest, the nipples tilted up slightly.  Rose thought they looked
gorgeous.  She had to find some way to touch them.     

Stepping behind Martha, Rose took the top and flipped it over Martha's
mounds.  She pulled the top strings up behind Martha's neck and
quickly tied them.  Then, she reached under Martha's arms and pulled
the triangles down.  Her fingers 'accidentally' brushed Martha's
nipples and caressed the underside of her breasts.  "I'm sorry," Rose
apologized.  "I didn't mean to get fresh," she said with an alcoholic
giggle as she tied the second pair of strings at the back.

"Hey, I'm just glad to be reminded that my goodies are still there,"
Martha rejoined.  "It's been so long since anybody else touched them,
I was wondering if they still worked.  Do you remember how we used to
complain about our 'perky' breasts when they were developing and
tender?"

This comment led to a lot of 'Do you remember' as they moved poolside.
Rose produced some sun tan lotion and gave it to Martha.  She smoothed
it onto her arms, chest, tummy and legs before passing it back.  Rose
did the same then offered, "Want me to put some on your back?"

"Thanks, yes," Martha said.  She and Rose both took a long swig of
wine before Rose moved over to Martha's chaise and Martha rolled over
on her stomach.

Rose untied the strings across Martha's back and squeezed several
globs of lotion into the middle where the strings had been.  She then
began to spread the lotion around with the flat of her hand.  As soon
as she was sure the back was covered, Rose switched from a smoothing
motion to caressing the skin with her fingertips.

"This felt so good when you did it the other day" Rose remarked as she
started into the effleurage movement.  Reminiscing continued as Rose
widened the massage to start down to the side of Martha's breasts.

Bang!  A car door slammed on the street, the sound jerking Rose's head
up.  The alcohol had dulled her sensibility but now she remembered why
this seductive approach was wrong.  Six years ago she had selected
this trendy neighborhood with its large houses and small lots.  So,
although there was a six-foot privacy fence around the pool, the only
thing achieved was keeping the neighborhood rug rats from drowning
themselves.  The two-story houses all around had a clear view into
Rose's backyard.  It would not do for Janey Smith to look out her
window and see Rose seducing her cousin.  Rose stopped and moved back
to her chaise longue.

"Okay, I'll do yours now," Martha said, reaching behind her to tie up
her top.  Again the wine decreased in both glasses before Martha
started.

S-p-p-p-t-t.  "Damn, there's no more lotion," Martha said as she tried
to squeeze some lotion out of the bottle.  She spread around the
little that came out as best she could.  "You won't be able to stay
out very long," she told Rose.

The women finished off their wine over the next fifteen minutes of
chatter.  "Let's go in," Rose suggested.  "We can refill our wine and
take a quick shower to get this lotion gunk off our bodies."

"Shounds good to meesh," Martha said, tipsily.

After topping up the glasses, Rose led Martha upstairs.  Rose and Jeff
had not shared the double shower in years.  It had seemed so romantic
when they had moved in and soaped each other while the warm water
drizzled over them.  When Jeff became bank president, he and Rose had
seemed to lose time to take those showers together.

Rose got out two fresh towels.  A big gulp of wine by each woman
followed the discarding of bikinis to the floor.  When they stepped
into the shower, Rose made sure to take the showerhead nearest the
door.

"Let me wash your back," Rose said.  She and Martha had both soaped up
the areas easiest to reach.  After Rose lathered up her hands, she
started a caressing motion to spread the soap around.  After a minute
or so of washing, Rose decided to try again.  Taking a deep breath,
Rose moved her hands down to Martha's lower back below her waist.  "Do
you remember that game you taught me once in the shower when we were
in middle school."

The wine had relaxed Martha, and Rose's soapy caresses had begun to
warm her pussy.  Rose's reference to an old memory started a small
flame between Martha's legs.  The scene sprang to Martha's mind
immediately.  She had relived it several times over the past two weeks
along with more current memories.  

Martha and Rose had just begun to explore their sexuality at eleven.
One night while sharing a shower, she and Rose had probed their own
assholes and then each one had used a finger on the other's nether
hole.  As clearly as yesterday, Martha saw her own finger probing
between Rose's ass cheeks.  Martha had experienced her first small
orgasm that night.  She had wanted to repeat the experience and had
tried to entice her friend several times but had been rebuffed each
time.  The memory was over twenty-five years old.

Rose's fingernails trailed down Martha's ass cheeks.  Rose moved one
hand to the ass crack.  She spread four fingers out across Martha's
pretty ass as her fuck finger touched Martha's brown cherry, then
slipped in.  Rose's breathing was loud in her own ears.  She barely
heard Martha's moan as she began to pump her finger in and out of
Martha.  She reached around Martha with her other hand to fondle her
tit, leaning forward so her nipples barely grazed Martha's back.

Martha couldn't believe how good she felt.  The wine still fuzzed
Martha's mind slightly when Rose started washing her back.  The image
of the eleven-year olds playing in the shower had begun to cut the
fog.  The insertion of Rose's finger had blown away the rest of the
haze.  When Rose began to caress her breast and tweak her nipple, it
felt like a direct electric current was flowing between her boob and
her ass.  Martha leaned against the shower wall to give Rose better
access.

"E-i-yee," Martha screamed as she climaxed.  She felt her cunt spasm
and her ass clench Rose's finger.  After half a minute Martha was sure
she was not going to fall down.  She turned to Rose and pulled her
into a kiss.  Their tongues dueled for several minutes.  Martha broke
the kiss.  "Let's rinse off and get out," she said.

 The cousins barely blotted the largest drops of water off their limbs
while gazing hotly at each other.  They both were looking forward to
the coming sex games.

Martha stopped first and grabbed Rose's hand.  She tugged Rose into
the bedroom and pulled her cousin down on top of her on the bed.
Their tongues twined again as they squirmed further onto the bed.
Breaking the kiss, Martha rolled over on top of Rose and began gently
licking the side of her neck.

Rose basked in this physical adoration.  She kept her eyes closed,
soaking up all the sensations Martha was providing.  The hot tongue
moved down to the valley between her breasts as Martha's fingers
gently twisted the nipples, sending jolts of lightening down to Rose's
pussy.  The tongue dragged slowly across one breast to a nipple to
begin flicking it slowly and gently.  The fingers that had been
enjoying the texture of that tit reluctantly gave up their primacy of
place and stroked down the slope to the side.  Dragging lightly over
the skin, the fingers traveled slowly up to Rose's armpit and then
down the inside of her arm.  Rose began moaning, rubbing her mound
against Martha's hip.  The total sensations of the afternoon were
piling up in her core, trying to break out, wanting release but not
yet, the inner contradictions driving Rose's desire even higher.

"Unggh.  Oh, oh, oh.  Oh god!  No, no, no, nooooo!"  Rose babbled for
almost a minute as the orgasm washed over her.  This orgasm was so
intense.  It was the first time she hadn't heard her own distinctive
trill.  This was all so great and strange.  When Rose came back to
sanity, she finally understood Hemingway's comment about the earth
moving.

Martha was amazed by Rose's orgasm.  She had not even touched Rose's
pussy and she was pretty sure that the one or two rubs that Rose had
gotten from her hip could not have caused the convulsion she observed.
Martha was hungry for sensation, though, and was not about to stop
even if Rose were satisfied.  She placed little kisses down Rose's
tummy, still feeling the muscle convulsions under the skin and the
twitching and flopping of the legs surrounding her body.

Martha now had her head at the juncture of Rose's thighs.  She wanted
to look and feel before she got down to some serious pussy gobbling.
She used both hands to separate the lips.  As she did, she saw one
last convulsion of cunt that pushed out a little more cunt juice down
towards Rose's ass.  Martha traced down the swollen lips with one
fingertip, then pushed the first joint into Rose.  Pulling the tip
out, she swirled the finger upward and around the clit.  Descending
once again, this time Martha pushed the whole finger in to the
knuckle.  Pulling the finger out she stroked down to the brown
rosebud.  Martha teased it briefly before pushing down between the ass
cheeks, luxuriating in the smooth, soft skin.  She was amazed at the
lubrication that Rose had produced, making the entire area slippery.
Drawing the finger back up, Martha stopped at the rosebud again,
pushing inward as she lowered her head to the drooling pussy lips.

When Martha's tongue touched Rose's pussy, Rose knew she wouldn't take
very long to reach her peak again.  "God, what a tongue!"  Rose nearly
shouted.  All the blood in her body seemed to pool in her girl-parts.
As Martha tended to the lower parts and fucked her ass, Rose grabbed
her own tits and smushed them around her chest.  Less than a minute
later, tingles started at Rose's fingers and toes, then raced to her
nipples and pussy.  This time the distinctive trill was back, giving
Martha a brief warning before Rose's thighs locked Martha's face to
her cunt.  Rose nearly passed out.

Martha, however, was still lapping at her pussy, although very lazily.
Rose realized that she still had one more cum to go.  She knew Martha
deserved something after all this.  "Turn around.  Let me taste, too,"
Rose begged.

Rose rolled to her side as Martha changed positions.  Swinging her
knee into the air to give Martha access to her pussy, Rose pushed her
face into the juncture of flesh before her.  As she received the first
taste of Martha, Rose was certain that she would do this again, many
times.

Rose was enthralled by the taste, but she saw another goodie that she
had to sample, eyeball-to-asshole as it were.  By craning her neck
Rose was able to swab the entire area from Martha's cunt to her brown
cherry.  Pointing her tongue, Rose stuck it into Martha and fucked it
in and out for half a minute or so.  She had to strain to do this and
soon chose to continue receiving Martha's ministrations rather than
giving this particular homage.  "Next time I'll get Martha into the
right position for this," Rose thought.

The cousins continued to pleasure each other.  The soft noises
emanated from both lip junctures for about fifteen minutes.  Then,
trying different things, Rose happened to start sucking Martha's clit
into her mouth and then releasing it rapidly.  The sudden change of
pace triggered a surge in Martha.  She knew that it wouldn't be long
before she went over the edge.  Martha began flicking Rose's clit
rapidly and the women charged to their peaks simultaneously.

As they both came down from their orgasms, the two rolled to their
backs and rested for a few minutes.  Turning around, Rose cuddled up
to Martha.  "You are an incredible lover," Rose complimented Martha.
"Just when I thought there was nothing more you could do, you
developed a new technique.  I have never had so many orgasms in such a
short time."

"I think I've wanted to do this since we were eleven," Martha said.
"But, it took you to really stimulate me."

The women showered once more quickly.

"We've got to do this again," said Rose.

"And soon," Martha rejoined as she kissed Rose good-bye.