We each got a good hold on the other's legs and began to pull and push on each other. This allowed us to anticipate the motion and get a rhythm going. I quickly realized that I would not last very long at all doing this. The sensations were just too intense. Every time we pulled together, the head of the dildo would hit my cervix and I would almost get pushed over into a climax.
Somewhere during all this the extra inch of the dildo disappeared and I could feel Bambi's pussy touching mine. The feeling of our labia rubbing together around the dildo was too much for either of us to take.
"Oh, this is wonderful!" Bambi cried out. "I'm going to cum. I can't stop. Oh! Cum with me!"
I was right there with her. I gasped, "Me too! Oh-oh-oh-oh! Oh Yesssssss!"
I lost my hold on her legs and just flopped onto the bed twitching and jerking as the second climax of the morning took over my body. I abandoned all attempts to keep control and let myself go completely. The contractions in my pussy grew very strong as I came. I felt Bambi's legs intertwine with mine, locking us together. My orgasm went on a long time, mostly because every time either of our pussies tugged the dildo, the motion would be transmitted through the shaft to the other. This way, we shared everything the other felt. It was a fantastic experience. I wondered how much better it would be to actually have a real live hard cock throbbing in my pussy. I thought the feelings of shared intimacy must be amazing.
We lay on the bed with the dildo connecting us while we recovered. I felt limp, excited, tired, energized, and high; all at the same time. As my pulse slowed to a more normal rate, the afterglow washed over me. I noticed that the feeling of euphoria and well-being that I usually had after an orgasm was different after the second one. If I came and then let myself fully recover, it was a golden glow of slowly fading pleasure. If I came again before it faded completely, the next was much stronger and there was more of a feeling of a prolonged climax than a pleasant glow. I wondered what it would feel like if I came a third time in a row.
As I idly stroked Bambi's legs where they wrapped around my torso, I focused on the muscles in my vagina. They had finally stopped contracting on their own and I tried to see if I could get them to flex under my control. I closed my eyes and let myself drift as I tried to talk to my pussy. After a few wrong moves, I found the right channel. It was a tenuous connection at best, but I knew it would get better with practice. I knew I had never been able to do this before because it would have been impossible to get the right feedback without something filling my vagina. While I was playing, Bambi raised her head.
"What on earth are you doing?" She asked. "I was just coming down and here you are getting me worked up again."
I had forgotten that whatever I did on my end, she could feel on hers as well. "Just testing something." I told her. "Do you want me to stop?"
"Noooooo. You keep going. I'll just tag along for the ride, if you don't mind. Girl, you have enough stamina for a room full of women."
"OK, you just relax. There is something I want to know." I wrapped my arms around her legs and started working my stomach, my hips, and my pussy. I danced on the dildo like a belly-dancer. Instead of pushing and pulling, I concentrated on squeezing and flexing muscles that until now, I did not know I had. As I worked myself toward another climax, I heard Bambi begin to moan with pleasure at the sensations I was sending through our plastic connection. Soon, she began to whimper and shake and I knew I had worn her out. She had gone completely passive and was just letting herself be carried along to another climax.
By just concentrating on my own pleasure I was able to work myself into a frenzy of arousal in only a few minutes. It was deliciously liberating to be able to focus entirely on reaching climax. I put my whole attention and my entire being into making myself cum. Even though Bambi and I were as together as two people could be, allowing myself to be completely selfish with the pleasure I was feeling made it possible for me to reach a much higher level of arousal. I felt like every nerve in my body had a direct connection to my clit. The sexual power I was generating felt almost like a physical thing. I felt radiant. I felt glorious. I felt like I was crackling with electricity.
Where most of my orgasms came on suddenly and hit me in a rush, this one crept up slowly, building to a higher level than I had ever felt before. I reached for it. I welcomed it. I merged with it. I surrendered to it. There was no peak, no jolt, no rollercoaster-drop feeling this time. I just kept going higher and higher into a purer sensation of ecstasy than I had ever felt. The climax pushed everything else out of my head and completely took over. I was totally detached from rest of the world. Thought ceased and I became pleasure itself. My whole world was one pure, clear note of ecstasy and my body rang with it.
I have no idea how long I stayed in that place. The sensation was total and absolute. Time did not exist. Thought did not exist. Change did not exist.