Stella giggled as Hank presented her with the box that contained his going-away present. She was just about to unwrap it when they heard a knock on the front door.
"That must be Pete," Hank said, jerking the box out of Stella's hands and putting it under a pillow on the couch. "Don't open that now, Stella… I don't want you to open it in front of Pete. That's all I'd hear about for the next two days if he saw what was in that package. Pete'd be convinced that both of us were going to hell in a handbasket."
"I'll go let Pete in," Stella said, hurrying to the door. "You get your suitcase and I'll drive you both down to the truck."
Stella's mind wasn't exactly on her good-byes when she waved the two men off in the truck. She was in a real hurry to get back home and open the present. She couldn't imagine why Hank hadn't wanted her to open it in front of Pete. It must be something really personal for him to act that way.
When Stella pulled into the driveway she saw Vicki's battered VW there ahead of her. Vicki was sitting in the car waiting for her. Stella frowned slightly. That was odd. Vicki usually had some sort of church thing to go to on Monday mornings. There must be something wrong or she wouldn't be here this early.
"Have… have you got time for a cup of coffee?" Vicki called out, getting out of the car. Her voice sounded kind of strange and Stella noticed that her eyes were red, as if she'd been crying.
"Sure," Stella agreed quickly. "Come on in, Vicki. It's always good to see you."
"I… I would never have bothered you this early," Vicki said as she sat down at the kitchen table. "This is sort of an emergency though. I… I just couldn't stand to stay home another second!"
"Sounds like you need a good shoulder to cry on," Stella murmured, patting the young girl on the shoulder. "I ought to kidnap you for the day and take you down to the truckstop. I could sure use an extra pair of hands right now. I'm short a waitress on the night shift."
Vicki's hands stopped trembling. "Gosh! Do you think I could help you out?" she asked. Her voice sounded excited and a little smile flickered across her face.
"I think that's part of my problem," she confessed. "I'm bored at home. There's nothing to do except that stupid church work and I just hate it!"
Stella didn't remember the box waiting for her in the living room until she and Vicki had arranged for a uniform and discussed the shift that Vicki would work. Then she started giggling when she remembered.
"Hank gave me a present before he left," Stella said, running to the living mom and coming back with the box. "He said I couldn't open it in front of Pete. You won't tell if I open it now, will you?"
"No," Vicki promised. "I wonder what it is. Hurry and open it Stella. It sounds mysterious."
Stella untied the ribbon and loosened the paper on the package. Both of them stared at the long box for a moment.
"Hurry up," Vicki urged. "The suspense is killing me. I want to see why Hank wouldn't let you open it in front of Pete."
Stella lifted the lid on the box. Her eyes opened wide and she blinked, in astonishment. Then she howled with laughter and held out the box so Vicki could see.
Vicki stared at the plastic thing in the box for a long time. She didn't know what to say. She couldn't figure out what it was but it must be something funny because Stella was laughing so hard she was almost crying.
"Uh… what is it?" Vicki asked, blushing a little. "I don't get it, Stella. What's it for anyway?"
Stella put her hands to her face. She was laughing so hard she couldn't even talk.
"You… You don't know what that is?" she gasped. "Oh, Vicki! It's funny! That's a dildo and Hank must have figured I needed it while he was gone!"
Vicki's face turned red. She knew what a dildo was but she'd never seen one before. She stared at the object in the box with amazement and then she giggled slightly.
"I never thought they'd look like that," she blurted out. "It looks pretty big, doesn't it?"
Stella laughed even harder. She pulled a paper out of the bottom of the box and read it silently. Then she howled with laughter again.
"It says this is the super-deluxe model," she chortled. "It's supposed to satisfy every urge. It's battery powered. Look!"
Stella grabbed the bright pink shaft and turned the end of it. The obscene thing started to whirl away vibrating and buzzing.
"You're supposed to put that in… oooooh." Vicki wailed, beginning to laugh just as hard as Stella. "Maybe that's what I need. Then my fingers wouldn't get tired."
Vicki's laughter stopped abruptly. She looked embarrassed.
"I… I didn't mean to say that!" she gasped, putting her hand over her mouth. "I… I'm sorry, Stella. I just didn't think."
Stella giggled harder. "I know just what you mean," she said. "My fingers get pretty tired when Hank's gone, too. I sure miss his big cock when he goes on these long trips."
Vicki seemed to rein suddenly Stella hadn't acted shocked at all when she said that terrible thing. Not only that, Stella had admitted that she played with her own pussy too. Maybe she could talk to Stella and ask her some of the questions that were driving her crazy.
"Uh… can I ask you something, Stella?" Vicki pleaded. "I don't have anyone to talk to and I've just got to know something."
"Ask away," Stella urged. She was still giggling about the dildo and Vicki's comment. She tried to calm down a little though. She sensed that Vicki had a problem she wanted to talk about.
"Uh… is it normal, for a woman to want to… to fuck more than once a week?" Vicki asked, turning red with embarrassment. "Pete says it's sinful to want more than that."
Stella's eyes opened wide. She looked shocked and then she nodded.
"No wonder Hank didn't want me to open this present in front of Pete," she said. "Pete sounds like he's as straight as a damn board. He doesn't know what he's talking about either. There's nothing wrong with fucking every night if you want to. Even more if you like. You can't put a limit on fucking. You just do it when you want to."
Vicki's eyes opened wide. "I… I'd be a nympho if I wanted it all the time though, wouldn't I?" she asked.
Stella began to see the light. "You want it more often than Pete does, right?" she asked. "Then he tells you you're sinful for wanting more fucking than he does."
"Uh… yes," Vicki admitted. "That's how it happens."
"I think I'd better have Hank talk to your husband a little," Stella suggested. "He sounds like he doesn't know anything about sex. Is he good in a bed, Vicki?"
Vicki blushed beet-red… I don't know, she murmured. "I think it's my fault that I don't like it that much. It's just not as much fun as I thought it would be."
"Good God," Stella sighed. "Don't you ever come when Pete fucks you?"
"Noooo," Vicki admitted in a small voice. "I… I never have. Pete doesn't know it though. He… he thinks everything is just fine."
"Here," Stella said, pushing the box into Vicki's hands. "Take this home with you. It sounds like you need it worse than I do. Now run and pick up your uniform and I'll meet you at the restaurant at five."
Vicki stuffed the box in her big purse. She didn't look at it again until she got home. Then she pulled the dildo out of the box and grinned at it.
"Maybe I should try it out," she mused. "It's sure to be more fun than fucking with Pete."
Vicki undressed quickly and stretched out on the bed. She felt a lot better after talking to Stella. Just telling someone else about her problem had helped.
Vicki started to laugh as she thought how shocked Pete would be to see her with the plastic pink dildo. He would really think she was sinful if he could see her now. She turned the little knob at the end and the plastic cock started whirring lewdly. Vicki giggled. This was going to be fun.
Vicki probed the tight little ring of her cuntmouth with the plastic cock. It tickled. She liked the feeling. It made her pussy quiver and tingle. It might just feel good if she ran the tip of the vibrator over her clit. She liked that when she did it with her fingers. It would be fun to try it with the plastic prick.
"Ooooooh," Vicki squealed as the plastic vibrator slipped through her juicy pussytissues. It tickled and whirred, making her giggle with delight. She nosed it up her wet pussygroove and held her breath as she neared the quivering nub of her clit. Then she pressed the vibrator down so that it pushed right against her throbbing love button.
"Ahhhh!" Vicki sighed. That felt great. Her whole pussy was shaking now and funny little tickly sensations made her clit quiver with lust.
Vicki spread her legs wide. She pressed the pink cock back down again. It whirled tight down her slippery pussygap until it came to the mouth of her cunt. It nestled right down and whirled at the tight ring of flesh.
Vicki's pussy contracted. She could feel it spasming wildly. She pressed the vibrator down with her fingers so it nosed right into her shuddering pussychannel. Then she groaned in bliss.
The plastic cock felt much better than a real one. It wouldn't come too soon and shrink up like Pete's cock did. She could press it into her slippery pussytunnel for just as long as she wanted and it wouldn't wilt. She wished that Pete's cock would be as hard as the plastic one. Then maybe she'd enjoy fucking more.
Vicki pressed the vibrator in farther. It slid up her pussychannel and made her whole body shake.
It was nice and long. She pushed it in farther and farther until only the knob on the end was sticking out.
"Aaaaaah!" Vicki sighed. She pressed her legs together tightly to hold the plastic cock in place and her hands flew to her titties. This was wonderful. Now she could play with her nipples while the plastic cock vibrated her pussy. She knew she could come this way.
Vicki's mouth opened. She licked her lips wetly. She wished that there was some way she could suck her own titties. Her neck wouldn't bend that far, though. She would have to be content with pulling and pinching her nipples with her fingers.
Vicki licked her fingers. She touched her nipples and got them all wet and slippery. That felt almost like someone was sucking them. Her fingers plucked and rolled the hard little nubs of her nipples between them. Every time her fingers pulled at her nipples, lift le ripples of excitement washed over her pussy. It felt so good that Vicki could hardly stand it. She knew that something was going to happen soon. Her excitement was growing so strong she could hardly breathe.
The whirring vibrator made a throbbing start at the very back of Vicki's cunt. Her pussy walls squeezed and nipped around the stiff plastic shaft. Her fingers plucked at her nipples harder and harder as her pussy creamed wildly.
As the sensations in Vicki's hot pussy got more and more intense, she twisted her nipples desperately. The hard little marbles of pink flesh were bright red now and they were swollen and throbbing. Vicki felt her nipples get hatter and hotter until they felt like they were going to burst into flame.
Vicki's tits were swelling now. Vicki's eyes closed in passion. The waves of pleasure sweeping through her pussy were getting better and bigger each second.
Suddenly Vicki thought of Hank. Her pussy contracted wildly. Stella had said that Hank was a good lover. Vicki wondered what it would be like to fuck with Hank. She bet he had a big cock, probably as big as the dildo he bought for Stella.
Then Vicki had another thought that made her blush crimson. She wondered if Stella would tell Hank that she had loaned Vicki the dildo. Vicki would just die of embarrassment if Hank found out. He would think she was terrible, using Stella's dildo and acting like a sex-crazy woman. He wouldn't tell Pete though. Vicki was sure of that. After all, Hank had told Stella not to open the package in front of Pete. That meant he already knew how straight Pete was.
Vicki's mind whirled right along with the plastic cock in her pussy. Maybe Stella could get Hank to talk to Pete. It might do some good. Vicki didn't dare hope for much though. Hank started talking about sex with Pete, Pete would probably refuse to listen. Pete had definite ideas of right and wrong. Talking about sex was definitely wrong.
Vicki felt her pussy spin higher and higher toward orgasm. She thought about Stella and Hank. She wondered if Stella would use the dildo right in front of Hank for kicks. She probably would. Hank and Stella didn't seem embarrassed about sex the way she and Pete were. They'd probably talk about the plastic cock and Hank would ask Stella to show him how it worked. Then watching Stella use the pink plastic prick would make Hank get excited and he would fuck her.
Vicki's pussy contracted harder and harder. She thought about Hank fucking Stella and she drew in her breath sharply. She wished that she could try Hank's prick instead of the artificial one he had given Stella. Maybe, if she and Stella got to be really good friends, Stella would let Hank fuck her. Then she would know what it was like to fuck with someone really good. Maybe Hank would do all sorts of exciting things in bed.
Vicki's fantasy got more and more real as the plastic cock whirled and churned in her wet pussy. She'd read about some of the kinky things people did in a book she'd gotten from one of the girls in school once. Maybe Hank did things like that. Maybe he would lick her pussy and chew on her titties. Vicki couldn't even imagine what it would feel like to have a long, hot tongue in her pussyhole. She wished she knew what it was like though. She wanted to try everything there was to try. She wanted to feel a cock slide up her steamy little shitter. She wanted to suck a mans cock. She wanted to have two men fuck her at once, one in her cunt and another in her mouth or maybe even her asshole. The plastic cock was making Vicki's mind turn positively lewd and it was fun for a change.
"Aaaagh!" Vicki gasped. She felt like she was climbing a mountain of lust. She was almost at the top flaw. The back of her pussy was sucking at the plastic cock and she could feel the tremors of orgasm start sweeping through her body.
"Aaaagh!" Vicki squealed. "Oh, yes! YES! AAAAAAGH!"
Vicki's pussy snapped wildly. It snapped so hard that she was afraid the plastic cock would slip all the way in her pussy and she'd never get it out. She held on to the end of it tightly with her fingers and sobbed as the tide of passion rushed through her whole body.
"Ooooooh," Vicki sighed when her pussy stopped coming at last. She drew the plastic vibrator out of her trembling pussy and snapped it off. Then she laughed wildly.
"I'm sick of being a good girl!" she announced to the empty apartment. "If you can't take care of my pussy, Pete, I'm just going to have to find someone that can!"