Patty breathed deeply and arched her back. Her thirty-eight-inch chest, with the perfectly round D-cup globes, danced in front of her. Between her thighs, the hot juices of her recent half-fuck glistened in the downy fur of her blonde cunt.
She shut off the tap and, still shaking from the feel of Joe's cock lulling her box, climbed into the tub.
With hesitant fingers, she reached for the cream rinse bottle. It had been a joke, the bottle. Joe had given it to her for her twenty-sixth birthday. Then it had been full of French perfume.
"This will always help you remember me," he had said, handing her the package.
She had unwrapped it and gasped. It was a plastic bottle of perfume, all right.
But it was shaped just like a thick, ten inch cock.
The cap of the bottle was shaped just like the head of a cock. Now, as she rubbed it up and down the hot slit of her seeping cuntal gash, she smiled.
"Oh yes, Joe, honey. Everytime I use this bottle, I remember your cock. It's probably the only reason I haven't gone crazy in the past year."
She placed the plastic cockhead at the opening of her vulva and slowly pushed it up into the hole.
It felt good as it parted the velvet lips and started to slide up her. There had been no need to lubricate it; her cunt was more than wet enough to take twice what the bottle had to offer. She shoved it up her cunt until the base was just touching her pussy hair. The she crossed her legs over it and tensed her muscles in her thighs.
Using one hand on the side of the tub, she started fucking her pussy with the other on the fake cock. As she fucked the full ten inches in and out of her, she pulled back on the thick staff so that it would ride hard against her erect clitoris.
"Ohhhh… ohhh, yes… fuck me… fuck myself, but shit, make me come… I want to come so bad… so fucking bad!"
Harder and harder she fucked, mashing the barrel against her clit and the head against her womb. Then her legs spread wider, one foot hanging over the edge of the tub. Her hips picked up the rhythm and she was fucking the plastic bottle back.
"Harder… faster… " she moaned, as if there were actually a man attached to the long hunk of phony man-meat.
Again and again her cunt swallowed the full stem until she felt the heat from her clit start to engulf her whole body. She closed her eyes and threw her head back in pure rapture as she felt the first quivers of her come.
The part of her body above the water started to perspire. Her huge, bouncing tits glistened with sweat as she punished her clit and her hole with the instrument. She could feel the extra juices start to flow from her crack the way they always did just before she started her come. She worked harder, breathing heavily as she fucked the hard tip up inside her cunt.
"Yes… yeeeessssss!" she screamed at last. "Come, sweet pussy… come!"
Then, as the spasms started, she hunched harder, feeling the delicious impact of her cunt walls slashing tight around the cock-bottle. She ground down hard on it, trying to make its huge length and width literally split her apart.
"Ohhhh, cock…come on the cock!"
She came good and she came hard, the muscles of her pussy clenching and unclenching around the plastic barrel.
And then it was over. She slumped back into the water as the phone beside the tub started ringing.
"Hello?… oh, hello, Marcia… sure, that's just what I need. A good talk, a good swim… and an afternoon in the sun. Meet you out by the pool, around noon."
Patty replaced the receiver and again lounged back into the water, her thoughts filled with Marcia Phillips. Her next-door neighbor. The dark-haired beauty intrigued Patty. She and her husband had been divorced quite a while and yet no men ever visited Marcia. And if she ever went out on dates, Patty hadn't noticed.
The blonde wondered what Marcia did for sex. Could it be that Marcia was a… ?
Since Patty's sex life had gone to hell with Joe, she often thought about turning to another woman. In college, she had dabbled with lesbian love and had found it somewhat satisfying.
And how did Marcia pay her bills? She lived better than Patty and Joe did, and yet she didn't work Marcia had also made a point several times that she took no alimony from her former husband.
It was odd.
Patty cupped her enormous breasts in her hands, leaned over and flicked her tongue out to lick at the erect nipples, and thought about Marcia's stunning body and the afternoon by the pool.
CHAPTER TWO
The sun was hot but that wasn't the reason Patty felt so uncomfortable lying by the pool alongside Marcia Phillips. There was an odd, strained feeling in the pit of her stomach. It had been there since the first moment she had come out of the house and saw Marcia stretched out on her towel. The girl's heavy breasts rolled in two perfect bulges above her bra.
Patty was so frustrated from the early-morning fuck with Joe that the mere sight of another, practically nude body was upsetting to her. She'd tried to shrug the feeling off when she had spread her own towel out and sat down, but it persisted, and got worse.
Then Marcia dropped a tiny bombshell.
"Hey, why don't we take these bikinis off and get a real tan!"
"Sounds good to me," Patty replied, and thought she would faint when Marcia dropped her bra and her two perfectly shaped tits fell into view.
God, she thought, Marcia's tits are even bigger than mine. She dropped her own bra and then decided to go further. "Might Just as well go all the way," she said, and peeled her panties off.
"Suits me," Marcia smiled, doing the same. "Better rub down good, though. Don't want my titties burned!"
Patty bit her lips as she watched the other girl rub the tanning lotion into her soft, full globes. Her eyes were transfixed by Marcia's massaging of her magnificent breasts; she stared in fascination as the girl carefully stroked and fondled them, gradually making her titties shine With the thick, oily mixture.
The red nipples were soon taut and erect. The buds protruded fiercely from the middle of each globe, sticking out proudly, almost inviting someone to lick them.
Patty licked her lips as she imagined what it would be like to actually touch the hard buds, to fondle them and pinch them between her fingers. She had never made a pass at Marcia during their association… not because she wasn't attracted to the girl… but because the was afraid of repulsing her and frightening her away. She genuinely liked Marcia as a friend and, rather than give in to her lesbian impulses, she preferred to keep her simply as a platonic companion.
"It'll be lovely to look brown all over, won't it?" Marcia said. "I've always thought how silly it was to have those white places on your body. They look so unsightly, don't you think?"
Patty nodded, not trusting herself to speak Her mouth felt dry and her pulse was already racing. Marcia completed her front and then tipped some more oil into her hands. She turned, kneeling up on the towel, and began to rub the lotion into her buttocks, pressing her fingers firmly into the cheeks and giving them a long, very thorough massage.
Suddenly Patty realized that she was staring directly into Marcia's gaping cunt hole. The girl had pulled her cuntal 11ps apart and now she was rolling her fingers up and down the moistened crack.
"Can't be too careful where you put this stuff," she giggled. "The sun's rays get everywhere… especially if you're laying like this!" She suddenly flipped over onto her back. Again her fingers went to her cunt and pried the thick lips apart as her legs went into the air and spread wide.