"Carol, what was it that you had downstairs? Was it a dildo? Do you have a dildo, darling? I love dildoes!" Joyce said.
'That's exactly what I was going to show you, love!" Carol said, glad that Joyce had found an excuse for her little talk with Joey. "I like dildoes, too. In fact I use mine all the time. Would you like to have it up your cunt? Would you like to feel it humming away in your beautiful snatch?" Carol asked, her face twisted into a look of depravity.
"Oh, yessssss! Get it! Please fuck me with it! Oh, I wish I had a man, too! I wish I had a man's cock up my cunt while you licked my pussy!"
Joyce gasped as Carol crawled out of bed and danced ova to her dresser drawer.
"We can't have everything," Carol laughed, thinking of the fucking she had to look forward to with Joyce's young son.
"You must join our little group. You simply must, Carol! Think of all the wild fun we could have with all the men," Joyce said, stretching out her legs arid stretching her arms behind her, luxuriating in the warm sensations that Carol's tongue had kindled in her horny twat.
"That sound's just wonderful, Joyce," Carol smiled, knowing perfectly well that she would never join the group, knowing perfectly well that Joey and perhaps other men like him would keep her satisfied forever, knowing that she would never enjoy fucking with men older than Joey.
"Try this on for size, Joyce," Carol said, smiling wickedly, taking from her drawer the biggest rubber dildo Joyce had ever seen.
"Oh, yes! Stick it in my cunt!" Joyce cried, sliding over to the edge of the bed and sitting there with her long legs spread wide, her wet twat obscenely out thrust and inviting.
It was just the position Carol wanted Joyce to take, a position that presented Joey with an unobstructed view of a hot and terribly excited cunt, his mother's cunt. Carol fell to her knees before the lewdly displayed snatch and flicked on the switch on the electric cock. She turned her body until she was half facing the door, her every movement intended to excite Joey as much as Joyce. She began running the cock up and down
the inner flesh of Joyce's leg. Then she pressed the glistening rubber head of the tingling dick against the slightly parted pink lips of the woman's glistening cunt.
Joyce gasped and moaned when she felt the cockhead pushing into her dribbling hole. Carol began stroking the hard dong in and out of the woman's seething cunt just as she had fucked herself with it a thousand times. The hard post of plastic made hot wet sucking sounds as it fucked in and out of Joyce's puffy slit. Her cunt was soon frothy with her hot juices. Then Carol took Joyce's position on the edge of the bed and opened her own legs to let Joyce fuck her with the plastic cock.
Carol thought she would die of excitement when she felt Joyce push the fake prick into her oozing, pink-lipped cunt. She felt the humming, vibrating head of the cock deep in her quivering hole, rubbing against the walls of her cunt. The ribbed shaft of the dick rubbed insistently against the bud of her tiny clitoris, driving her wild. It wasn't long before the cock and the presence of Joey outside the door had made Carol as wanton as a bitch in heat. She flailed her lovely legs wildly. She shook her head furiously, her long blonde hair tossing behind her. Her tits swayed, her nipples hard and luscious.
The women could no longer resist the embrace of lesbian lust. They fell together on the floor, their heads buried between each other's legs, each tongue racing wildly up and down the other's creamy gash. Little moans and groans of passion
escaped their lips as both women climaxed, their exploding cunts seething with rivulets of hot juice.
They lay together on the floor for a long while, their bodies temporarily drained of energy, basking in the inner glow that spread through their striving bodies. Carol almost forgot about young They in the ecstasy of her orgasm and the peace that followed it. She was forced to remember abruptly when Joyce sprang up from the floor and threw open the door. Carol screamed with tenor. Joyce wheeled about and stared wide-eyed at her new feminine sex partner.
"What on earth is wrong with you?" Joyce gasped, taken aback by the look of honor on Carol's usually calm face. "Can't I go to the bathroom?"
Carol jumped up and ran outside, looking down the hall both ways, her eyes wild for a moment. When she realized that Joey was nowhere.to be seen, she relaxed and sucked in her breath as if she had almost passed out. Joyce stared at her for a while.
"I… I thought I heard somebody outside!" Carol stumbled.
"There's not a soul out here, Carol," Joyce said, waving her hands around her head. "You're just nervous, darling. Perhaps another little session in that lovely warm bed would calm you down a bit," Joyce said as she walked to the bathroom at the end of the hail.
As soon as Joyce had closed the door behind her, Carol ran downstairs, still stark naked. She looked wildly about for Joey. When she noticed
that his trunks were missing from the floor where he had left them, she felt slightly more secure, knowing that he had left the house and could not be discovered by his mother. She wondered if perhaps the spectacle had been too much for even a horny young initiate like Joey to take. She shook her head and ran back upstairs for more lesbian fucking with Joey's mother.
CHAPTER NINE
Carol dialed the Mastersons' number and waited patiently, waited for her young lover to answer the phone. She had driven by the Masterson house a few minutes earlier and had seen Joyce and Al
drive away. Joyce had waved at her as if she hadn't seen her in a while. Carol had wondered if Joyce had told her husband about their wild afternoon of lesbian fucking the day before. Carol. had thoroughly enjoyed herself, although she still needed They and his eager young innocence to make her sex life complete.
She had to talk to the boy and discover what effect the spectacle of his mother and her wild antics had on his conception of what was proper in sexual activity. She had all kinds of delicious ideas cooked up for him, ideas that she dared not mention even now, even after their weeks of abandoned sexual activity. She was beginning to have eyes for Joey's young brothers, especially 'Michael, the Mastersons' eighteen-year-old. She wondered if she could catch Michael in her tender trap and hold him as fast as she held his older brother. She heard a voice on the other end of the line, a voice other than Joey's but a youthful voice.
"Is Joey there?" she asked with a sweet voice.
"He's still at school. He's practicing his dives. He'll be back in a few minutes," the voice replied.
"Is this Michael by any chance?" Carol sang, reaching between her legs and scratching at the crotch of her dampening panties.
The boy had such a sweet and innocent voice that Carol couldn't help feeling her cunt melt with desire. She tried to imagine that the young man was with her, standing beside her while she slowly drove herself crazy by working her eager fingers over the barely concealed cunt that Joey. had learned to worship. She needed Joey now, needed
his hard dripping dick, needed his smooth gentle body, needed his glittering blue eyes, needed his youthful grin, needed his innocence, needed above all his willingness to subjugate himself to her feminine chains. But if Joey was still practicing those silly dives of his, perhaps she could interest young Michael in some of the same activities that Joey had taken to so eagerly. It was dangerous, of course, dangerous in the extreme. But that made it even more exciting. As she silently prepared herself for her onslaught, she felt the little surges of fear that had always been somehow associated with sexual pleasure since her rape by her father years before. She felt the little tuggings of fear that spurred her on to even more dangerous and wicked sexual delights.