Dear Dirty Diary Ch. 02

Louise smiled wickedly and said, "The bananas and peanut butter aren't for sandwiches silly. They're for playing with!"

I blushed brilliantly, immediately realizing the potential of her statement.

"This could get really messy." Louise remarked as she led me to her bedroom. "I'm going to strip the bed and put on some old sheets, just in case," she explained. "Would you be a dear and warm up your peanut butter jar in the microwave for a few minutes?" Louise asked while changing the bed linens.

When I asked her if we were going to wrestle for real, she began to unbutton my dress and said, "It'll probably be more like tickling and groping, my voluptuous opponent."

When I asked if there were any rules for this contest, she replied, "For sure no punching, scratching or kicking."

I asked her how the winner would be established and she suggested that whoever got groped, licked or poked the most times in five minutes could be the loser or winner, depending upon your point of view.

I stepped out of my dress and draped it on a chair. As I undid the clasp of my bra, Louise lustily watched my full, rounded breasts burst out of their cups. I sat on the edge of the bed and bent forward to peel down my stockings. Louise couldn't contain herself any longer and gently cupped both of my dangling breasts.

She squeezed my nipples, then quipped, "Pre-game warm-up exercises!" Louise pulled me up gently by my erect teats, tugged down my panties, grabbed the bigger pair of Valentines briefs, then pulled them up my legs. Pulling up steadily on the waistband, she stretched the spandex panties almost up to my breasts. "Wow, there's enough room inside these for both of us!" she exclaimed.

"Let's see about you, then." I suggested.

I pulled Louise's bulky knit sweater up and over her head, peeled down her sleek black tights and undid her little lace bra. I knelt before her and then pulled down her frilly little panties. I couldn't help but notice that the crotch of her panties was already wet as they slid down her thighs to her slim ankles. Louise stepped out of them and into the huge white underpants I held open for her. Like Louise, I tightly tugged up the billowy panties on my petite companion. We giggling like schoolgirls when we found that, while hers were just baggy fitting initially, they could be stretched up and over her breasts to form sort of a strapless teddy. As I pulled back down the panties' waistband, it flicked across Louise's prominent nipples roughly, causing them to jut out, awesomely erect and ever so luscious.

Louise got her cooking timer from the kitchen, set it for five minutes. "Laura, wrestlers usually shake hands before a match, don't they?" she asked as she crawled onto her bed. I agreed then pointed out that middle-aged lovers should snuggle instead. She wrapped her arms around me, we hugged then she pointed out that a kiss was undoubtedly better than a handshake. Our tongues played lustfully, darting in and out of each other's mouths. We kissed long and passionately then ended with caring little pecks on each other's noses and necks. We took turns nibbling each other's ear lobes, filling us both with sensual delight. Louise's whisker-free skin was such a lovely change from Old Stubbly.

When I drew my tongue down her breast toward her nipple, Louise suddenly pulled away and announced, "It's time for Elvis' main event!"

Unsure of what Louise had in mind, I kneeled on the bed just like her. "Ready, set, go!" she warned, quickly scrambled towards me and bowled me over on my back. As fast as lightening, tiny Louise sat on my chest and pinned down my arms with her knees. I struggled to free myself, but couldn't shake off my wiry little French Canadian.

"My fall!" she gloated and gave my nipples a painful little twist. "Do you give up yet?" she taunted, then reached back and poked her thumb firmly into the crotch of my panties. "

You little bitch!" I spat, rolling over quickly while she was still off balance. I whirled about face and pinned Louise face down by straddling her and then sitting down on her upper back. In control, by virtue of my position and greater weight, I took control of my pretty little opponent and soundly smacked her ass. I pulled down the back of her panties and admired my reddening handprint across her round little derriere. I massaged her bum soothingly then playfully goosed her bottom. When she gasped approvingly, I traced my fingers down and toyed with the pussy hairs of my prisoner. Louise spread her legs wide to aid me in my explorations. At this point, I accused her of being too easy and crawled off her. Besides that, I told her, I was kind of hungry for a tasty snack.

"There's nothing more sumptuous tasting than warm, runny peanut butter." Louise remarked as she removed the jar from the microwave and returned to the bedroom with her tray of tasty treats. I dipped my finger into the warm creamy textured peanut butter and savored a taste.

"This is almost better than chocolate." I remarked and offered a fingertip taste to her.

"Mmm." she purred as she sucked the brown goop from my fingers. Louise dipped her fingers into the jar, spread lots of peanut butter all over her nipples, and then laid down on her back in bed. I asked her if this was her idea of snack time and she seductively answered, "Sure is."

I bent over and began to lick her right nipple. It grew so spectacularly hard and erect as I fed. I joked, "I didn't realize this peanut butter was the crunchy kind for I seem to have found a whole peanut where your nipple was a second ago." When Louise suggested I had better chew it up then, I obligingly clenched my teeth steadily tighter on her swollen teat. I swear I could feel Louise's heart pound as I bit down harder on her throbbing nipple.

Satisfied I had inflicted enough pain on that one, I shifted my attention to the other one. I hungrily licked and sucked all the peanut butter off that nipple as well. Again I nibbled torturously on her wonderfully bloated teat, sucking and stretching it between nips and tongue swirls. With my appetite for peanut butter satisfied, I simultaneously ran circles around the aureoles of both her nipples to maintain their erectness. When they both swelled rosy pink, wrinkled and bumpy, I squeezed the bases of her incredible teats ruthlessly then stretched them out in surges.

"I just love the way you torture my titties, Madame." she sighed. "You've even got my clitoris tingling," she continued.

"Oh good," I confessed, "I was always curious if it was just me that gets turned on when my teats are squeezed and pulled."

"By the way, wouldn't you care for a little snack too?" I coaxed.

"But of course, Madame, your wish is my command." she replied, smiling slyly.

Louise dipped her finger into the jar and swirled it about. She smeared peanut butter all over my nipples then proceeded to lick them clean. Assuming I was expecting similar treatment to what I had dished out, Louise suckled and nibbled my nipples so hard I feared she might break them right off. I just adored all that attention and just let her have her way with my breasts. After a few minutes of her intensive licking, my Girls shone sparkling clean.

"I'm hungry for dessert now!" she announced, obviously proud of how perfectly they glistened with her saliva. Louise popped out of bed and took the food back to the kitchen. After a few short minutes, she returned with my two bananas and the steaming peanut butter jar. I noticed that she had pared the black scale off the one end as well as smoothly trimming down the stems.

"Roll over on your side, facing me and spread your legs." Louise directed as she sat down beside me on her bed. "Do you still like frigging around in your underwear?" Louise asked as her fingers skimmed across my sleek nylon panties.

"Most certainly." I confessed, blushing somewhat.

Louise grabbed a banana and slid its shaft back and forth down my abdomen. I sighed softly when she began to rub the banana up and down the lips of my vulva. Ten or twelve strokes of labia splitting ecstasy rubbed the gossamer nylon of my panties into my vulva. Louise deftly tilted the end of the banana into what she called, "my tunnel of love", and pushed firmly. The filmy crotch of my loose-fitting panties stretched easily, allowing the banana to penetrate, at least two inches, into my vagina. Louise rotated the silky but abrasively cloaked banana to and fro, causing my vagina to squawk loudly. "

All those juicy sounds make me really hungry." Louise said as she pulled out the banana.

She pulled down my panties, carefully extracting the soaked nylon that was still stuck up my vagina and left them in a damp rumpled circle around my ankles. Louise dipped the tip of the banana into the hot peanut butter jar then pressed it against my vulva. She bent down, pulled the banana away and sensuously licked the brown goop from my labia. Delighted with the sensation, I spread my legs wider and watched approvingly as she dipped the banana deeper into the jar. Again Louise pressed the tip of the banana into my anxiously waiting pussy and again she lapped up the peanut butter. The third time, she swirled the banana around in the jar, then thrust it deeply up my sultry vagina.

I watched wide-eyed as the gooey brown banana disappeared, all but for a small stub into me. I watched Louise bend down again and felt her slippery tongue wiggle about around the protruding banana and all over the folds of my labia. I prayed I wouldn't loose self-control completely when I felt Louise's tongue slither feverishly all over my clitoris. Louise steadily increased the length of each stroke until the banana popped out of my pussy. She immediately poked it back in again before my vulva had a chance to contract. Seemingly amused with my relaxed pussy, she moistened up the banana in the peanut butter again. She began to stab the banana in and out of my pussy with such fervor, that I began to feel like one of Jack the Ripper's victims.

I was tempted to protest the intensity of her continuing attack on my genitals, but it felt so damned good. My concerns soon fell victim to my own lust as I rolled on my back, dug in my heels, spread my legs wide and thrust my pubes out so she could pummel them even better. My pussy stayed so dilated, it began to fart wetly with each of her prods. When she began to lick out my vulva between each poke, I knew I was done for. Each strong thrust, followed by her tongue's deep lapping, captivated me in crazy sexual ecstasy. Louise sucked and swirled her tongue around my swollen clitoris so exquisitely that I soon felt the glorious wave begin to crest within me. I arched my back, moaning shakily, then felt that surge lunge through my entire body. I shook and shivered as wave after wave of ecstasy tore through me from my clit to my nipples like a bolt of lightning.

Louise pulled the banana out of me and said, "Look what we've done to Elvis' banana!"

It was squashed flat, mushy and floppy inside its skin." You've got awesome muscle strength in your vulva for an old gal, does your husband's penis end up looking like this if you cum with him inside?" she said with a wink.

"Of course not, silly, I broke it right off the last time and that's why I'm fooling around with you." I replied back.

Louise rolled around and positioned herself facing the foot of the bed. She rolled onto her side and wantonly spread her legs. I handed her a pillow and as we both settled comfortably, I again found myself up close and personal with Louise's genitalia. Somewhat apprehensively, I reached out and ran my fingers down her panties to her pubic mound. I though of how strangely provocative I found the feel of this sweet little woman's soft flesh under the silky film of her billowy panties. I rubbed my fingers back and forth repeatedly, enjoying the humid warmth radiate from her pussy. Spurred on by her emanating heat, I pressed my fingers firmly into her labia. I felt her moistness immediately surround my fingers as they sank into her vulva. Seizing an opportunity to explore my panty fetish a little further, I found myself plunging the stretchy crotch of Louise's oversized panties deeply into her juicy little pussy. I swished my fingers about inside her vagina but when a whimper emerged from her lips, I realized that perhaps she didn't relish the coarse sensation of the nylon agitating her vulva the way I did. I decided to keep that special little perversion just for myself from then on.

I studied Louise's expression and thought of how tense she must have been. The anticipation of the erotic delights she was looking for must have had her at a fevered pitch. I figured that if I did her just the same, she'd be my slave forever, so I decided to return the little pleasures she'd used to drive me crazy. I pushed away her panties' crotch, wet my forefinger and thumb, pushed them into her pussy side by side, then spread the folds of her labia and peeked inside. On a whim, I wet the first two fingers of both hands, inserted them, and then spread apart Louise's vulva to expose the soft pink flesh of her vagina. Aroused by this most personal sight, I asked Louise to hand me the jar. I dipped my finger into the peanut butter then delicately smeared it throughout her vulva, labia and all over her clit. I bent my head down, took a deep breath and buried my tongue in her gooey little pussy. She immediately squealed with delight at my sudden deluge of passionate licking. She must have particularly enjoyed it when I lapped from the bottom of her slit, up her labia and all around her clit, for with each pass her little clit poked further out of its hood. Sensing her obvious enjoyment, I settled down and continued my pussy-pleasing routine, interrupting occasionally with a thorough sucking of her immensely swollen clitoris.

After a few minutes of seemingly enjoying my technique, Louise said out of the blue, "All this licking is going to make me cum way too soon, so why don't you cool me down a bit by poking me with something from my toy drawer."

Opening the bottom drawer exposed a snake pit of intertwined vibrators, dildos, lubricants and peculiar little implements of pleasure and torture. The top drawer held some videotapes, a few glossy lesbian bondage magazines and a number of erotic paperbacks. I rummaged through the toy drawer and fished out an impressive looking, sculptured vibrating dildo with a plug-in cord. It was dull gold in color, had a large, sleekly rounded head and a lightly veined, six inch long shaft. The smoothly bulbous head was cushiony soft, whereas the shaft was firm but resilient, not at uncomfortable feeling like the hard plastic ones. On closer examination, I found a calibrated knob that rotated for "Intensity" and clicked in and out for "Auto Surge". She told me she bought it from a mail order business in Buffalo that specialized in gadgets that give real sexual pleasure to women. Louise said she read an article in the Star business section once that profiled this lovely-looking Buffalo housewife who designs and markets sexual toys, lingerie and erotica for women. "Personally though, I think she's even more sexually obsessed than both of us combined." Louise reflected.

She told me to plug it in the socket by the bed and feel what it did. Playing with the control knob, I found it went only one speed, but it certainly did shake harder and harder as it was turned up. I was concerned that it was getting hotter but Louise explained it maintained body temperature when running. She told me to watch what happened when the button was pushed. It built in intensity and expanded in girth for two seconds, rested and contracted for another two seconds, then repeated the cycle over and over.

"It starts out best if you tease yourself at low Intensity, increase it to high for penetration, then click on the "Auto Surge" button when it's well in.", Louise suggested.

The powerful massager nearly shook itself out of my hand when I turned it up as high as it would go. I lay down at the foot of the bed, clutching what obviously had to be her favorite insertion object. When I touched the tip of the vibrator against Louise's pussy, she moaned ever so softly. I gently nestled the rounded head between the lips of her labia. The massager hummed quietly as I turned the intensity control higher and higher. Soon the hum took on a wet slurping tone as the folds of her labia shook furiously. Dancing droplets of dew welled up from her jiggling vulva. I pushed the vibrator gently and it effortlessly sank deep into her vagina. I glanced up to catch her expression and see if she approved. Her eyes were closed, but she did have a peculiar little smile at the corners of her mouth. I pushed the "Auto Surge" button then quickly cast another glance up. Her eyes were glazed, her mouth was open slightly and her breath quivered as she exhaled. Louise's whole pubis shook like jelly during each power surge.

I intensely studied my lover's actions and soon discovered a definite pattern. She would inhale and arch her back as the vibrator shook and expanded. Then her back would relax and she would exhale as the massager contracted during its rest cycle. I thought it was quite the gadget while watching Louise's rapture, but I felt secondary to it and longed to be in control. I studied the cycle over and over then came up with an idea. When the machine began its rest cycle, I grasped the protruding stub end and gave it two quick cranks around. Louise, thrilled with the additional sensation, echoed back a quick grunt with each swish of the vibrator. Eight or ten cranks later, her fully dilated vulva gaped loosely around the vibrator whenever it contracted and loud slurping noises emanated with each rotation. I tried licking her clit once, but the furious vibrations shook my chin, nose and tongue so strongly, I just couldn't stand it.

Louise suddenly blurted out, "Since we fooled around New Years' day, my nipples have been very bad." She continued, "Every time my mind drifts to you, they get really hard and show through whatever I'm wearing, wherever I am at the time and it's gotten so embarrassing."

Louise said she'd tried soothing them with creams, stuffing her bra with tissues and had even resorted to punishing them on occasion, then tried to convince me that only I could relieve her distress. When I asked how I might please them, she immediately suggested, "With cruel and unusual tortures, perhaps?"

I got up, went to the kitchen and returned with an ice cube in a dish. As I ran the ice cube around and back and forth across Louise's nipple, it grew rock-hard erect with its aureole covered in goose bumps. I admired her spectacular nipple and just knew it was screaming out to be bitten. I bent down my head, opened my jaws slightly, and then gingerly bit down on the base of her teat. Assuming she would tell me if I hurt too much, I bore down steadily. Sure I must be close to severing her teat if I bit any harder, I peeked up at her face. Expecting a grimace of pain, I saw only a relaxed, serene expression, seemingly delighted with the vise-like grip I held on her teat. Seriously concerned about damaging her nipple, I began sucking strongly on her nipple, while tilting back my head to stretch it. Her poor little breast elongated with my torturous tugs but she never complained, so I repeated the ice routine on the other nipple. I squeezed that teat flat between my forefinger and thumb and stretched it just as ruthlessly as the other. After doing her nipples she looked so close. So I spread sap, seeping from her pussy, all over her clit then tickled it's sides. In a matter of seconds, Louise bucked and shook, exploding in orgasm.

As the two of us sexually satisfied and glowing lovers put away her toys and made the bed, I began to giggle. I told her never to tell a soul that the last time, when I took home the carrots to put in the compost, my husband grabbed them out of my hand and ate them, pussy juice and all. Louise blushed beet red then laughed so hard she began to cry. Eventually we calmed down from our laughing fit, Louise gathered up the mushy bananas and the peanut butter jar, smiled devilishly and said, "Does your husband like peanut butter and banana sandwiches?"