Again Meg was being licked by that wild tongue and sucked by that sensuous mouth. The come was good and again she felt the urge to scream, even louder than before. She jammed a pillow into her mouth and bit down on it with a savage motion. She had to do something to stifle the screams of animal delight she felt mounting in her breast – she couldn't prevent herself from giving vent to the feeling of agonized joy which coursed through her.
Sandra continued to work her tongue up and down the juicy furrow, building it toward yet another climax, plunging her stiffened tongue into the mouth of the throbbing cunt. Meg quivered and gasped. She reached down and opened the slit wider, and Sandra was blowing warmly on the wet, naked, overheated inner flesh.
Between the drinks, this beautiful woman, and all this wonderful, free, sex, Meg's mind was spinning. She sucked in her breath and waited as Sandra's tongue traced an oval around the slit, licking lightly and teasing it into even more fervent delight.
"God, I can't stand it! Lick it harder or I'll die!"
Meg yelled.
Sandra licked more, piercing again the puffy lips and gliding over the throbbing clitoris, slowly burrowing into the moist, tense opening.
Meg was coming. Twisting, moaning, biting the pillow and coming again.
Sandra knelt at her ass, a smile of happiness on her face. Her lips were thickly smeared with the discharge from Meg's fervent cunt.
"Now we're really going to have some fun," Sandra said, sliding off the bed and crossing to a dresser.
"…what do you mean?"
"We're going to fuck each other with this," Sandra said, whirling from the dresser and brandishing a long rubber hose.
As she approached the bed Meg could see that it wasn't a hose at all. It was a huge, thick, pliable rubber cock with a rounded bulbous head on both ends.
"Oh no!" Meg shouted.
"What's the matter, honey," Sandra said, "You wanted a cock tonight, didn't you? Well?"
What Sandra was suggesting was more than Meg could take, even in her newly liberated, attitude. She scrambled off the bed and into her clothes.
"Hey," Sandra said, stretching out on the bed and methodically ramming half the rubber cock up into her cunt. "Where you goin? What's the matter?"
"I… I can't," Meg said, almost weeping.
"Jesus," Sandra replied, "You really are up-tight, aren't you? Well… to each his own. But you've too much passion to waste, honey. Remember that the next time you get horny. I'll still be here and, maybe next time Ralph will be, too."
"Oh, my God!" Meg said, jamming her panty hose into her purse.
"You'll love Ralph, Meg. His cock is twelve inches long."
Meg could hear Sandra's groans from upstairs as she scrambled down, the stairs and out into the night air.
Oh, God, what have I done? What have I become? she thought, as she managed to get the car started and headed home. All the way home she reproached herself. But as she pulled in the drive she thought of what Sandra had said. Twelve inches.
And she thought about the fact that she had come many times, but she wasn't satisfied, fulfilled the way she had wanted to be fulfilled when she had started out that night.
She hadn't had a cock.
She parked the car and thought about Harvey's cock.
She climbed the stairs and thought about Jerry's cock in the next bedroom.
She climbed into bed and thought about the two boys' cocks on the beach.
And she was hot all over again.
Why couldn't she shut her eyes and pretend Harvey's warm body was in bed with her? Pretend Harvey's hands were touching her, everywhere. His fingers tweaking her nipples, in that way that made her bounce into the sky, his fingers stroking her thighs, teasing her. Harvey's heavy weight upon her. Harvey pushing into her with heat.
Damn! Meg rolled over and burrowed her face into the pillow. She hurt down there. Why wasn't Harvey here to caress away the hurt? Meg knew she had been playing games with herself.
She knew she would do the same thing the next night. Only this time she would find a cock.
CHAPTER FIVE
But she didn't.
Meg managed to steel herself all the next day, that night, and the morning of yet another day. She was determined not to go out and place herself in the same vulnerable and degrading position she had with Sandra.
But by the afternoon of the second day she was ready to climb the walls. Hearing the sexual athletics of Sada and Jerry in the adjoining bedroom two or three times a day didn't help. Meg found herself staring at Jerry's crotch as he moved around the house. She envisioned his cock popping out of his jeans and into her mouth as she had seen it do tat day when she had watched her daughter suck him off.
After lunch Sada and Jerry started getting itchy and making their knowing glances at each other. When they casually left the worn, Meg couldn't stand it.
Again her thoughts were on the boys at the beach. She put on a bikini and left the house. She was practically running by the time she got to the dune where she had discovered them previously.
The girl was there, sunning herself an the beach, but the boys were absent.
Meg was crestfallen and, worse, she was frustrated. Just when she had gotten up the courage to go through with it, she had nothing to go through with.
She walked back to the house with an even bigger ache in her loins. When she entered the living room, Jerry was at the bar fixing a drink. He was dressed only in his shorts. The bulge was prominent. It was all Meg could do to keep her eyes above his waist.
He watched her came in and slump down on the sofa. "You look like I feel," he said.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Lousy," he replied. "Sada and I had a fight."
"Before or after," Meg said. He looked at her, startled, and smiled. She immediately wished that she hadn't said it.
"Before," he laughed, and walked over to her. He stood directly in front of her, his bulging crotch just inches from her face.
"Jesus… Jerry," she said.
"Hey, what's the matter. Can't you take a joke all of a sudden?"
"Not that kind. Not now," she said, forcing her eyes up to his. He was laughing at her, and seeing right through her. She could feel it and it made her even more uncomfortable.
Her son-in-law was looking at her as if he were seeing her for the first time. "What about a drink? You look as though you could use one."
"In the middle of the afternoon?" Meg said.
"It's like a substitute," he said, returning to the bar. "It takes the edge off when there's nothing else. Unless there is something else."
She was right. He was interpreting her nervousness for exactly what it was. No, she thought, not with her son-in-law, not with her daughter's husband. She wouldn't sink that low.
"I'll have the drink," she said. "What was the fight about?"
"A party next week. I want to go, she doesn't."
"Why not?" Meg asked.
"Here's a stiff one," Jerry said, as he hovered over her, two glasses in hand. "It's the kind of party, I guess. The people are a little kooky. She used to dig the parties before we got married. Now she won't go anymore. I insisted. She got pissed and went to a movie."
Meg glanced at his crotch again. The bulge was even more pronounced. "It looks like she picked a rotten time." Again she bit her lip.
"She sure did," Jerry laughed. "Hey, you know, when you loosen up, you can be fun."
"I wouldn't worry about it, Jerry," Meg said. "You two are either making love or fighting. Sometimes I think that's all marriage is."
He sat on the sofa beside her. "You ever think about getting mated again?"
"Oh, no," Meg said. "No way. I don't want any part of it."
"But you want what goes with it, right?" Jerry said, his hand touching her knee in consolation. "And you're not getting that either, are you?"