Secret stepped over Boomer quietly and stood before her mirror. She looked at herself and felt the first silky warmth and tingle of her arousal. That first scent of delight tickled her stomach and the gooseflesh sprouted bumps there, causing her pubes to stiffen from their roots. The skin of her loins tightened.

Ann spoke into her ear, "But boys are bigger than fingers..."

Secret blinked.

"Right?" Ann asked.

"Yes."

"And you wanted to see what they were like."

The young memory of lust was still a fresh feeling in Secret's soul. She touched fingertips to her body.

"Yes."

"So you tried two fingers? Maybe three?"

Ann knew.

"Yes..." Secret closed her eyes and remembered the fullness of two fingers. The satisfying tightness of three if her knees were wide and she inserted them sideways.

Ann said, "And boys are longer than fingers..."

Secret winced, "Yes..." she just *knew* what Ann would ask next.

"Tell me what you tried next?"

Secret felt wetness. She felt wild arousal in her stomach and between her legs. The thing popped into her mind.

"A carrot," she whispered. And came quietly as the memory of the orange vegetable poking her surfaced.

Ann whispered, "I used my hairbrush," and Secret fell to her knees on the carpet and creamed herself at the thought.

"A hairbrush?" Secret whimpered.

"Up to the bristles," Ann bragged. Then Ann continued, "After the carrot?"

Secret bit her lip, closed her eyes, said, "Other things."

Ann adopted a teasing tone, "Like what?"

Secret felt an erotic shame at the confession. "A banana -- because it was thicker and curved. A hot dog- -'cause it was soft and fleshy and pink. Like a penis would be."

"What else?" Ann prodded.

"I don't know," a vague memory darkened Secret's inner eye and she hesitated.

"Yes you do. C'mon, Secret. Tell me," Ann pressed.

"A tube," Secret admitted softly. "Of toothpaste."

"Really?" Ann giggled in frank surprise. "Why?"

Secret knelt in front of the mirror and looked at her body. The signs of deep arousal were obvious. This call had taken a hairpin curve that she'd never anticipated, but it was exciting her anyway. She wanted to abandon herself to Ann's interrogatory probing. Wanted to share the things she was seeing in her mind. She wanted to be truly naked. She kicked off her last thong and crouched on the carpet.

"I wanted to feel something squirt inside me. Like a guy ejaculating?" Secret remembered the mess she'd made. Remembered the tingling new orgasms that came when she'd applied the shower head to clean the toothpaste out of her vagina.

"Wow," Ann said with admiration. "Never thought of trying that. I just used hot water from the shower head."

Secret erupted with laughter. "How do you think I got the toothpaste out?"

Ann's rich laugh echoed in Secret's ear.

"Oh Ann, it was awful! The toothpaste foamed like crazy when I put the nozzle down there!"

Ann grew hysterical.

"I had blue foam just gushing out of my pussy! It ran down my legs and up my butt and it tickled! It was like bubbles inside! I couldn't stand still, even!" Secret stood up with the memory buzzing between her legs. Her breasts rebounded heavily in the fishnet.

Ann had lost it entirely. She was cackling and choking with laughter that made Secret feel good.

"I had to squat down in the tub and spread my knees as far as I could. I set the nozzle down so it would shoot up into me by itself and then I used my fingers to peel back my lips."

Ann managed to ask, "My gosh, how much did you squirt in yourself? The toothpaste, I mean?"

"Oh, just as much as I could! I got the tube in and squeezed as hard as I could, you know? I wanted to see what it was like. I didn't know then how much comes out of their balls."

Ann hooted at this.

"I'll never do that again!" Secret said with conviction, listening to Ann's wonderful laughter. She felt like a performance artist who's performance was the truth and Ann's laughing was like applause in her ears. She relaxed and returned to stand in front of her mirror.

Imagining that her reflection was actually Ann emboldened her to kneel down quietly and apply a fragrant oil on herself. A dangerous sense of anticipation accompanied the smooth sensations she roused in herself. She found herself becoming curious about the girl in the glass.

"So what was the kinkiest thing you ever put inside yourself?" Secret asked her glistening reflection. The question was blurted and Secret felt that the conversation was now two-way.

"Me? Oh, I don't know. Ben-wa balls?"

"Been there, done that," Secret replied.

"Um, a candle?"

"Was it lit?"

"No!"

"Try again, Ann," Secret felt a hint of competitive pride.

"Ah, ice cubes?"

"Been there, too."

"Oh, I know. The leg of my Barbie doll!"

"Really? I used Ken!"

They both laughed loudly and Secret reached for the thin dildo with the veins sculpted along its length.

"How about a pop bottle?" Ann asked.

"That's not fair. I'm not big enough for things like that."

Ann said, "Oh, Secret! You simply have to try it! It's divine!"

"No way, I'd burst!"

"Oh, don't be a cow. I'm not talking about a quart bottle, you know. Just a regular bottle; with a long neck?"

"Oh." Secret said, looking at the sizes of her suddenly small toys.

"Do it for me? I think I could come just dreaming about you with a bottle."

Secret's eyes widened. She asked impulsively, "Are you naked Ann?"

"Of course I am!" Ann answered loudly.

Secret bit her lip. Impulse drove her.

"Ok, I'll do it."

Ann groaned excitedly. "Oh god, hurry!"

Secret bounded to her feet and dashed for the kitchen. She nearly stepped on the slumbering dog, but leapt over him agilely.

"Hear that?" Secret opened the fridge, rattling the door so Ann could hear the bottles clinking.

"Yes!"

Secret noisily withdrew a bottle and plunked it loudly on the counter-top. It sounded full.

Then she jerked open a drawer and the silverware jangled loudly as it slid around. She snatched up an opener.

"Listen," she whispered.

The opener plinked dull on the cap. Vacuum suck. Fizzing. All of the sounds right by the mouthpiece.

"Oh gosh," Ann's voice cracked. "You're really gonna?"

"Will it really make you come?" Secret asked.

"Yes!"

"Then I'll try it," Secret stared at the bottle, surprised at herself. It wasn't that big. The neck was tapered and thin.

"What do I do?" she asked impatiently.

Ann was breathing harder. "Set the bottle on the floor."

Secret obeyed.

"Now squat down like a baseball catcher."

Secret's toes spread and she put her full weight down on her heels.

"Okay, now what?" Secret regarded the misted glass dubiously. It would be cold.

"Scoot forward until you're right over it," impatience.

"Ok."

"Now, put both of your forefingers inside yourself-- just a little bit--and spread open your labia. Big lips and little lips, both."

Secret kept her balance by placing her elbows on her thighs and did as Ann instructed. A cool draft of air kissed at her pinkness.

"Now lower yourself down, just like it was your boyfriend. Take your time, but sink down as far as you can take it and tell me everything you're feeling as you do it. Ok?" Eager hunger.

"Okay," Secret said nervously. She was reassured by the beads of perspiration on the bottleneck. Then she took the bottle.

"Oh, my gosh, it's freezing!" she gasped as the cold ring of glass touched her skin.

But she lowered herself quickly, forcing the icy neck into her cunt with a loud cry.

"Jeez, that's cold!" she huffed. The penetration of the frosty glass made her anus pucker, and she was glad again of the drops of condensation that had lubricated the glass neck.

"It's inside me, Ann," she reported. "About four inches. Maybe five." The bottle widened beneath the neck.

Secret relaxed and felt her opening grow taut around the thick throat of the bottle.

"I've never had this much inside me, Ann. It's incredible! There's goosebumps like crazy on my thighs, and my pubes are stickin' out like hairs on a pissed- off tomcat!"

Ann's breathing was ragged and loud in Secret's ear. Secret wished she knew what to say to help her out, but she had no idea. So she just kept talking.

"Um, it looks amazing. My lips are wrapped tight on the bottle. My clit nub is visible too. And I think my nipples are going to cry."

Ann sounded wild. Female cries of pleasure floated into Secret's ear.

"It feels kinda good, you know?" Secret added. She leaned forward and placed her hands on her knees for balance and spread the knees wide. She explained this to Ann, who was obviously having an orgasm.

"I'm gonna try fucking it, ok?"

Ann cried out.

"I'm bouncing on it," and she was. She found a rhythm that kept her balance and allowed her to fuck up and down on the base of the neck. An inch of glass thrust in and out of her pinkness.

"Oh wow," she uttered, grinning at the new sensations in her crotch. Her bouncing reverberated through her body and the sound of thick glass on linoleum reached Ann.

"I could really get into this," Secret chuckled. "The fat part of the bottle is hitting right under my clit and it's beautiful!"

Secret fucked the bottle, letting her pleasures sound out of her mouth for Ann to drink. Secret recognized the sounds of a multiple coming from Ann.

"Ann, um, I like to fuck kinda hard, you know? So I'm gonna lean forward here and put my hands on the floor so I can pump harder? Ok?"

Ann kept coming and didn't say a word. Secret placed her hands on the cool tiles of the kitchen floor and kept a firm, vaginal grip on the cold bottle, pinning it securely to the floor. The forward angle of her weight caused the shoulder of the bottle to squeeze against her clit and she squealed in delight. Then her ass became a slow, steady piston that rose and fell solidly. Several inches of the bottle began to blur in and out of sight. The glass bonked solidly on the floor on the down-thrusts and Secret felt the dull impacts in the bones of her pubis.

Ann's frantic cries told Secret that the sounds had reached Ann's mind and had probably painted an image of a young, sweating girl humping fiercely on a bottle, desperate for climax.

The bore of the bottle-neck was utterly filling and fulfilling in Secret's vagina, but she wished she could go deeper with it.

"I can't take this much longer," she whimpered to Ann. "It's gonna make me cream," she rasped.

Secret pushed harder and the bottle almost slipped. She held tight with her cunt muscles. Then she shifted. She knelt down, doggy-style, and placed her shoulders and face on the linoleum tiling. Her nipples brushed the smooth, cool surface of the kitchen floor through the black fishnet. Her hand darted under her belly and between her spread thighs. Grasped the bottle and humped like a she-devil in deep heat.

Ann's orgasms had faded, finally, and her voice came back in Secret's ear.

"What are you doing?"

Secret husked back, "Fuckin' it. Doggy..."

Ann understood. "Good girl. Can I help?"

Secret wanted to come. She asked Ann to help.

"Just don't break it, ok sweetie?"

That element of danger sent a delightful surge of adrenaline through Secret and she humped the bottle hard. When Secret reached a certain plateau of sexual frenzy, she began to cry out.

She was at that point now.

"Oh - oh - oh - oh," the staccato bursts of sound almost coughed out of her diaphragm. Each clitoral impact with the bottle's shoulder made her bark. Her body lurched arduously downward, almost painfully. The abdominal muscles clutched and her hips hugged down; thighs and hamstrings bulged under the surface of her upper legs. Her buttocks flexed tightly and it seemed that every fuck-muscle in her powerful pelvis labored in sexual concert. Sweat streamed off of her. Rills of perspiration gathered under her shuddering breasts and ran down the crack of her ass.

"oh.oh.oh.oh.ohmygodohymygodohmygod," sang the butterflies feasting on her cunt.

"whoa-whoa-whoa," the buttery good-pains danced on her swollen clitoris and its retractable hood.

Ann cheered, "You fuckin' go, girl!"

Secret began to grunt now. Colored feelings streamed through her insides like fluttering kites tethered to her cunt. The orgiastic cords pulled through her body, flying through her vagina and bursting like pond- ripples on the inner surfaces of her womb and clit and ovaries and all things female.

The violent thrusts shook the bottle and it wiggled in the vice of her fingers and puss. The soda became angry and roiled. It boiled and a geyser of syrupy bubbles washed up out of the mouth and gushed into her like an ice-cold seltzer douche.

Secret screeched and let go. The freezing froth filled her and the bottle surged out like a dying rocket to clatter away on the floor.

"Jee-zus Christopher!" she bitched.

"What happened?" Ann cried. "Did it break?"

"Fuck!" Secret spat. "No, the pop fizzed out!"

"You're kidding!" Ann exclaimed.

"Sonofabitch, I was having the mother of all cums, too!"

Ann tried not to, but she began to giggle and laugh.

"Shut up!" Secret cried in frustration as she tried to recapture the escaping climax with her hands clasped to her vulva.

"I'm sorry, but you shoulda emptied out the pop, Secret."

"Now she tells me!"

Ann laughed. "Did it come all over you?"

"Yes! I'm a mess!" Secret complained. "My pussy, my thighs, my legs, my kitchen floor..."

Ann barely stifled a fit of laughter, "Well, at least he didn't come in your mouth!" Then she lost it and howled at her own joke. Secret couldn't stay mad any longer either, and she began to giggle hysterically.

"It's even on my goddamn tits, Ann!" And secret freed her breasts then, removing the sticky black bra, and they swung as she threw the garment aside.

Ann's rich laughter filled Secret's ear.

"Lick it all up like a good little girl," Ann teased. "Mr. Coca-cola has given you your protein supplement."

Secret groaned. "That is so gross! Besides, it was Tab. Just one calorie."

Then they roared like harpies until they couldn't breathe.

"Well now what am I going to do?" Secret pouted when she finally caught her breath.

"What?"

"I'm...unsatisfied..." petulantly.

"Oh. I don't know. I sure came."

"Are you gonna hang up on me?" Secret asked, vulnerably.

"Aren't we done?"

"Ann, please. Don't tease," doubtfully.

"I'm not teasing."

"Ann! My cunt is all buzzed and I can't get up to that level again. Can't you help?" Plaintively.

"Help what?"

"You know...help me...come?"

"Oh."

"I mean," and Secret felt rutty, daring. "I'll do anything you want," this always inflamed the male callers.

Ann chuckled low in her throat, "Oh, really? Anything?"

Secret whispered, "...anything..."

"You're on, sweetheart. I'll make you cream like never before, but you'll pay a price for it. Are you sure?"

"Yes," Secret husked. "But hurry?"

"You're gonna tell me all your naughty secrets?"

"Promise!"

"OK, doll, you still in the kitchen?"

"Yes."

"Still in the nude?"

"Yes."

"Lap full of sticky pop?"

"Yes."

"Mmm, sounds delicious."

"Um, Ann?"

"Yes?"

"Are you really like that? Bisexual?"

"Uh-huh."

"So you've had sex with other women?"

"Yes, silly. Of course I have."

Secret's aroused state allowed her to consider the idea in a purely physical sense. She had never given herself to girl-girl fantasy, but it had a seductive allure to her now. She told Ann this.

"Oh, it's very exciting, Secret. Especially if you are lucky enough to be seduced by an experienced lover. It's sweet to grope and giggle at pajama parties, but if you're serious, you gotta use your mouth."

Secret was instantly subjected to images of sapphic sex. The still photos in magazines and the small handful of erotic films she'd rented began to unreel in her mind. She leaned back against the fridge and pulled her knees up near her nipples. Fingers still sticky with Tab fluttered on her exposed skin.

"Ann, have you ever played with a girl on the first date?"

"Sometimes, sure. Why?"

"If you were here with me now..."

"I'd swallow you whole."

Secret's eyes closed and she let her mind run wild with visions of domineering women devouring her nakedness.

"You don't mind...?" she didn't know what words to use.

"The taste?"

Secret didn't answer.

"Girl, put your finger in your puss for me, ok?"

Secret obeyed.

"Wet?"

She was.

"Take it out and taste yourself."

Secret did as she was told. A thin flavor was there behind the taste of the Tab. Bland. Not unpleasant.

"No big deal, Secret, right? I taste the same as that."

Secret's thoughts reeled. Realigned. She saw herself with another woman between her thighs. She felt the tonguing as a wet kiss. She saw the other woman's body and was curious. She rose up fluidly and left the cool brightness of the kitchen, careful not to step in the puddles of brown soda and to not disturb Boomer as she stepped over his bulk.

She hurried to her mirror and settled down before it to look at the full body there in the reflection.

"If I was there with you Secret, I'd blindfold you and turn the lights down low. You'd never know where my fingers and tongue would go next. You're nipples would be raw in my mouth, and your thighs would be sore from my pinching."

Secret ate Ann's words and plunged her fingers inside herself. The sounds of her urgency were unmistakable.

"Oh, you are bothered, aren't you? Would you let me finger you, Secret?"

Secret made yes sounds.

"Would you let me kiss you on the lips?"

Secret felt the taboos rise up in her like dark bats. She felt her passion ebb and franticly circled her clit with her finger, trying to sustain its flame.

Ann heard the hitch in Secret's breath and said, "Just a peck on the mouth, Secret. Then I'm suckling your nipples...your navel...your tummy..."

Secret's other hand groped at the places Ann wanted. Lust blossomed up to obliterate the taboos swarming before her eyes. She saw Ann's mouth, a cherry-red 'O', leaving lipstick traces smeared on her body.

"Are you gonna let Annie taste your pie?"

Secret groaned severely. Her hips twisted sideways and she felt her vagina pulling on her fingers. On Ann's tongue.

"--oh my gosh--," she whispered.

Ann held Secret in her grasp now. The right words would tumble Secret over.

"Do it," Secret begged.

"Tell me your deepest secret first," Ann intoned.

"What?" Secret whined.

"Annie wants to eat you badly, Secret, but you have to let me peek inside your soul first."

Secret panted with frustration. She masturbated hard, but couldn't get over the hump yet. She whimpered into the mouthpiece.

"Open up those old doors in your mind for me and tell me something you've never told anybody else. Something naughty. Something you did for sex that was naughty."

Secret's face puckered with confusion.

"Something you did when you felt as horny as you do now."

Secret blanched and paled at the thought. She concentrated on her body and the image of Ann's mouth between her legs. But she couldn't put a face to Ann yet. It was a dark shadow without features.

"What do you mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean, Secret. That naughty little secret tucked away in your memory. That *thing*."

Secret remembered things then. She saw early sexual milestones, sweaty and awkward in back-seats. Parties, swimming pools, cold green lawns.

"I swam naked--" she began.

"Not good enough, sweetness. Skinny-dipping doesn't count in this game. Something more sexual. Something you wanted. Something bad." Ann was relentless.

"I was with two boys once," Secret offered.

"Nuh-ah," Ann cut her off. "You were probably drunk."

Secret had been very drunk, indeed. And very sore the next day.

"I offered to blow my professor for a better grade?"

"Did he accept?"

"No."

"Then try again."

Secret sifted through her sexual escapades rapidly, trying to find one to appease Ann's criteria. She stayed clear of the bad one though. Nobody could ever know about that.

"I let a guy cum in my mouth..."

"Did you swallow?"

"Yes," she lied.

"You're lying. I can tell," Ann said stonily.

"I'm sorry," Secret burst out. "Really, I am."

"I forgive you."

Secret rolled over onto her stomach, hoping the new position would help. It didn't. The floor was so suddenly prickly on her skin.

"Ann, I can't," she pleaded.

"Yes you can. You must. Feel my chin in your pubes, Secret? My tongue doing figure-eights in your snatch? Talk to me, Secret. Out with the dark thing and I'll tell you what I can do with my lips and my teeth."

Secret's hips humped the floor and she felt she'd scream if Ann withheld any longer.

"I was home alone," she started.

Ann was silent. Listening for deception.

"I was naked. I had the house to myself."

"How old were you?"

"A teenager. In middle school, I think. Ninth grade?"

Ann waited.

"I woke up wet. I don't remember what I had been dreaming about, but it must have been pretty hot, you know? So I got off quick."

Ann waited.