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Elaine got up and walked quickly to the bureau and pulled out the bottom drawer. The plastic dildo scratched against the wood as she took it out. She handled it as though awed. She offered it to Irene, who stood and wrapped the belt around herself. The erection pointed up at a forty-five-degree angle. It was thick, almost an inch in diameter, and the ringed plastic was pulled back from the bottom of the bell. It was colored an unlifelike pink.

Elaine clutched the bedposts at either side of her, readying herself for the assault, her arms stretched wide, her crotch exposed. Irene raised one knee to the bed and then fell forward. The long artificial phallus brushed over Elaine's breasts, then slid up and jammed into the side of her neck.

Elaine knew what was coming next. Irene reached forward and grasped her head. Elaine opened her mouth wide and took the head of the instrument in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the plastic dome, and she almost chipped her upper front teeth as she bit down hard upon what was supposed to be the foreskin. A rubber sac with two small balls hung from the root. The hard billiards inside the scrotum bobbed as Elaine sifted the rubber sheath between her forefinger and thumb.

Elaine pushed her mouth up on the instrument, and half of it filled her mouth. The plastic had no taste but that of her own saliva. Her tongue hesitated in the slight grooves that represented the rings that spiral up a penile shaft.

Irene moved back and spread her legs around her lover's, her knees implanted outside and just above Elaine's. She sampled her lover's wetness with her hand, then stretched the lips apart and coated the clitoris once again with her pussy juice.

The head was, too large for Elaine's cunt, even when her legs spread wider and Irene's finger stretched the opening for the attack. She lunged forward into the hole, but the plastic just smashed at the lips. Elaine grimaced. She raised her hips off the mattress as Irene pushed forward again, and this time the phallus spread the folds and slipped inside to the glans line.

Irene reached behind herself and pulled at the elastic belt that kept the weapon fastened. The rubber snapped back to her rear and she pushed forward, deeper inside Elaine. "Oh... ah!" Elaine exclaimed as the penetration continued. She felt as though she were exploding from the center. The massive hunk of plastic plowed through, widening the hollow. She was dry inside. Only when the dildo started to pull back toward the opening did the walls begin to moisten, covering the tissue with a soft, sweet rain.

Irene surged forward, and this time she was deeper inside of Elaine with the tool than she had ever been before. This was only the fourth time she had used it on her partner; before they had always used a smaller rubber phallus. She reached below and pushed the tip of her forefinger inside the cunt, and she felt the grease that covered the inner walls as they sought to fold in on the hulk of the dildo.

Now the coupling began in earnest. Elaine's fingers pressed into the hollow at the small of Irene's back. Elaine waited while the plastic prick filled her. The way was easier with each heavy stroke of rod through sheath Elaine was stuffed with the thickness of the instrument.

Her body began to reel with the force of each thrust. As she brought her back down again to the mattress, the dildo almost slid out of the hole, but Irene wrenched forward and crammed her almost to the womb.

Elaine forced her stomach up against the rod, which dove deep through the tunnel. Irene pushed herself up on the palms of her hands. She shot forward again, and each time she moved inside Elaine, the intervals separating the penetrations were shorter, until the rhythm was a frenetic tango. Elaine reared her head to bite at Irene's shoulder as she plunged forward with the first of the climactic bursts that drove Elaine's frenzy to completion. Irene's legs shot out, and under her Elaine raised her limbs off the bed and bounced them against the mattress. The walls of her cunt dilated, leaving the plastic tube uncovered inside her until they dosed in again, this time tighter than before. Irene's thumbs pushed into the fleshy sides of Elaine's breasts, and her own bosom pushed out to touch and then cover them.

Her rear shook convulsively. She bit her lower lip. "Uh... uh..." she grunted as she forced herself further and further inside.

"Get me my cigarettes, will ya, hon." Elaine said softly in the aftermath. Irene rose off the bed, for a moment covering her breasts with the edge of the white sheet, but then dropping the pose as she reached forward into Elaine's bag and retrieved a pack of Chesterfields.

Claude could feel the pulse of the blood inside his penis. A torrent seemed to circulate up to the head. He yanked on the shaft, and the bottom of his closed fist pushed down on the wrinkled scrotum. He was pushing up and pulling down so fast now that he jammed the delicate testes, and he felt a slow ache in the pit of his stomach.

A droplet of semen had formed on the tip of the dome, and a sticky white streak now covered the tiny slit. The inside of the covering skin caught some of the moisture and, as he brought the skin down the shaft, the goo intensified the friction of the glans against skin.

At last he felt the swelling below the stalk, inside the bag, and he knew he was going to cum. He lifted his hips off the bed and pushed the flannel pajama bottoms toward his thighs. They were at his knees when he relaxed his buttocks. His hand, aching with fatigue, grabbed the pole midway and began again. The covers were off, and he looked down at his sparse growth of hair that surrounded the instrument's base, feeling admiration for his new manhood.

The whole of his crotch went ticklish for a fraction of an instant before the gummy fluid started to shoot out, and now splotches of white beat began to land on his belly, his thighs, and on the sheets by his body. A glob of cum flew onto the back of his right hand as it pumped furiously. He heard his breathing, a sore rasp, over the sounds in his mother's room. In his brain he saw his mother sending the huge fake penis into Elaine, the enormous dildo he bad seen when he went through her drawers. The last strokes of hand over phallus were slow, longing, as if to draw out his childish orgasm. He sank back into the bed, and the twisted sheet cooled the small of his back.

Awake, he heard only voices in the next room. Elaine was speaking in a normal tone, but his mother whispered. He heard his name mentioned, but he could not decipher the sentence into which it fit. The reference frightened him. He stiffened and relaxed only a few minutes later. Images formed in his mind. He thought of the humiliations of the afternoon. He saw Elaine, her tongue crawling from the corner of her mouth to wipe the lower lip glossy with saliva. His whole mind was sucked into the outline of the image, then drowned in her eyes, themselves surrounded by heavy blue-black mascara circles...

Soundlessly he had entered the apartment by the front door. Five-thirty, read the wall clock. He had sat reading in the library until five, when it closed, in order to postpone the inevitable.

Elaine was already home, reading the newspaper on the couch in the front room. Her working clothes were already discarded, and she was clad only in a bra and bikini panties. A few strands of pubic hair peeked out of the vee of the underpants. Claude cursed himself for his susceptibility to her partial nudity, and he wondered if she noticed the small erection straining at the fabric of his trousers.

"Oh, hello, Claude..." Elaine turned her head and looked into the kitchen, where Irene was already fixing dinner. "Claude's home," she said loudly, making herself heard over the full force of the tap water.

Irene's eyebrows flexed questioningly as she turned the faucet off, but her query was answered when Claude moved into the kitchen and into her sight. She dropped her dishrag into a sinkful of water and opened her arms. The boy blinked as she crushed him inside the embrace. "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes," she said over his shoulder, addressing her son and her lover.