In the bathroom where Gloria James kept her precious dildoes in a teakwood box lined with velvet that locked with a tiny golden key, she took out three dildoes.
One was a double-barreled device, very supple with two different lengths and two different sized knobs on either end. It had been made in Japan and according to the man in a New York hotel on one of her weekends there from whom she'd bought it, this perfectly molded artificial priapis had seen action for many years.
The man claimed it had been made for two daughters of an aristocratic Japanese family who shared sumptuous quarters in an exclusive girls' boarding school on an isolated island where no men were ever permitted. It had been given to them, of all people, by their mother, who the man in the New York hotel said had also attended this very special school for young girls who were intended to marry into royal families.
The second dildoe was kind of pedestrian. What might be called a working girl's dildoe. It was about six inches in length, a girth pretty much normal and well used. It wasn't Gloria James' favorite, but if someone wanted to buy it, it wasn't for sale. This was the one she used up her ass.
The third dildoe was a beauty. It was a beauty. All of seven inches long with a girth of about two inches in ever-graduating width as it swelled into the tip, a knob very carefully molded with an "eye" in it that could take any pointed erect clitoris for restricted masturbational purposes. That is, one could insert a girl's erect clitoris into the hole in the "eye" and jerk it off at whatever speed he or she wished. This was a unique feature of this dildoe just as its ruggedness, the ridges of the artificial veins were also unique.
Gloria loved to fuck herself with this dildoe. When it was heated up it stayed heated up and it had a tendency to absorb and retain body heat like no other dildoe Gloria had used; and she had owned and used many.
Filling the bathtub with hot water, she dumped in a cupful of bath salts, tiny colored balls as pretty as candy sour balls. All were the same flavor, so to speak. They dissolved quickly and when she brushed her naked arm through the still water, it suddenly turned frothy as the agitated water acted on a chemical component in the soap balls. In moments the bathtub was churning up an bubbling like a thermal hot springs in Utah.
Gently, she put the three dildoes into the tub. She climbed in after them. She lowered her lovely body into the soft, silky water. She lay back in utter luxury, feeling one of the dildoes swimming between her parted thighs.
For some while Gloria soaked in the tub. finally she climbed out. Turning on the "hot" fan, she dried her body with hot air only, not using any towel. This way the wonderful perfume from the specially made "sour balls" clung to her skin like a second skin. When her body temperature was normal, the aroma, the fragrance from the sour balls was heavenly. But when her body heated up a bit in sex, the intensiveness of the fragrance increased at least ten fold and if she were standing in a breeze out on College Avenue, she once imagined, and the breeze caressed her naked body when it was dripping with sex from fucking herself with the dildoes, people downtown, about a mile away could have smelled how deliciously perfumed her lovely body was.
Satisfied the three dildoes were heated up sufficiently to retain their heat, she finished them out of the sudsy water.
Not drying them, she wrapped them into soft towel made of lemon yellow cashmere. She used this material, a gift from the shop where she purchased all her expensive sweaters, for only this purpose.
To Gloria James, the care and handling of her precious dildoes was a ritual for which she had a kind of religious reverence. Often she thought of it the way some church-going people think of their "communion," that is, the chalice being covered with a white cloth that is considered sacred; this chalice being kept in a special place, locked up just as she kept her wonderful dildoes locked up.
Of course, Gloria James wasn't the type to actually say prayers over her dildoes but from time to time, she was amused to find herself talking to one or the other. Especially when one or the other was doing its happy work up inside her hot cunt or inside her feverish asshole; or when she'd be sucking on one the way a child sucks it thumb.
Opening the bathroom door a crack, she peeped into her room. Jeffrey was still on his belly, his manly thighs spread apart, his head on one side. Gloria could see his hairy balls and just the base of his thick prick.
Beth was sitting down at the foot of the bed. She was speaking softly to her brother. She was also fondling his feet, playing with his bare toes.
One of her knees was raised up and she was balancing one foot on the edge of Gloria's bed. From her position in the bathroom, Gloria had a marvelous, a perfectly sexy view of Beth's inner pussy lips. They were protruding and had opened like some wild flower in the woods. How pretty her cunt was from this position, her pussy hair so light and shiny; but it was the sight of her pink cunt lips and the slightly darker hair around her anus that was also visible, that fascinated the older female's eyes.
God, she said to herself, half aloud, "I'm in love with that girl and her cunt!"
Carrying the cashmere towel, she entered the bedroom.
By now, the bottle of wine had been emptied. Both Beth's and her handsome brother's glasses were empty. From the kitchen, after putting down the cashmere towel containing the dildoes on the bed table. Gloria returned with yet another bottle. She opened this, poured fresh drinks.
From her bureau, she came over to the bed. She was carrying a small glass bottle of a most unusual shape. This contained a very special, very expensive body oil she had bought in the Orient when she'd visited there courtesy of the U.S. Navy several years earlier when she'd been on a special round-the-world flight studying different atmospheric conditions suitable for efficient area-aerial photography which was her specialty during the years she served in the armed forces.
One drop of this fabulous oil spread over the skin lubricated it as much as a dozen drops of any other so-called body oil. Gloria was positive that but one drop placed neatly into Jeffrey's cute little asshole would do the job and his asshole would be so perfectly lubricated she could probably slide her clenched fist up inside it with ease.
Gloria winked at Beth. Beth smiled back. Gloria formed the words with her lips. At the same time, because soft orchestral music was playing in the background from a cassette, Jeffrey couldn't possibly have head the words she whispered:
"Do you think he's ready to be fucked? Is he relaxed enough?"
Gloria well knew that any successful ass fucking had one rigid requirement; and that was that the asshole being entered had to be totally relaxed; otherwise, the union of the asshole and the instrument sliding up into it ran into a kind of muscular interference that often turned off the entire deal. If it didn't turn it off, it spoiled it! No question about that.
Placing the cashmere towel with the dildoes on the floor next to the bed and next to this the thin chain strap-belt that fitted around the waist of the aggressor thrusting the dildoe into the passive partner, Gloria lay down next to Jeffrey.
He turned, his handsome face next to hers. They kissed. He threw his arm over her back. Her perfumed nakedness was intoxicating. The softness of her skin next to his was heaven itself. When Gloria began to stroke his naked back, when her fingers ran all over his buttocks, he opened his thighs wider. He moaned when her fingers drifted lightly through the crack of his buttocks.
Beth climbed up on the other side of her brother. She kissed his shoulders while he was kissing Gloria. Her hands began to wander also. She slid her fingers down his back. Her palm caressed his waist, sneaked around to feel up his nipples, her fingers pinching them.
Her hand continued its search. She felt between his legs. Soon she was griping the base of his fully erect penis, squeezing it delicately. Then her fingers crept around his heavy balls. They were warm and Beth knew, full of the rich thick juice she loved so much. Closing her eyes, she suddenly remembered a moment in the van when he shot such a load down her throat that she thought she might drown.
A passing truck driver, looking down from his perch high up in the big cab he was driving, saw everything, the thick hot rich come from her brother's spurting prick showering her face after she pulled off, his scum dripping from her lips as she fought to keep swallowing and to keep licking her flooded lips as his scum continued to blast all over her pretty face.
God! she sighed to herself, fondling his heavy balls now, she'd never forget that experience; and how later, in a truck stop diner, they ran into the very same truck driver and how Beth saw him jerking off his own prick under the tablecloth two tables away staring at her as if her half-exposed breasts inside a tiny summer blouse were hypnotizing his eyes.
Then she'd had to admit to herself that she had such a taste of scum. Often since the experience with that burly truck driver, she'd wondered why she didn't have the nerve to say something to Jeffrey so that she might have gone over. She would have gotten down happily on her knees under the tablecloth and blown the man's cock until he was screaming at the top of his lungs.
Licking her lips now as she continued to massage her brother's heavy, hairy balls, she wondered how the truck driver's scum would have tasted. She loved the taste of scum! She could drink from morning to night!
Sliding down on the bed, she buried her face between her brother's hairy thighs from the rear. Her hands and fingers ran up and down the nylon stockings he was wearing. She fingered and snapped the black garters that held up the nylons.
Rubbing her face over his naked buttocks, she licked down under and between his thighs until the tip of her eager tongue was caressing the base of his sac. she loved the taste of his balls.
Parting her lips, then opening her mouth, she tried to fit one of his testicles into her mouth. After a moment, she had it! Like sucking a large marble, she warbled his single ball around inside her mouth. Jeffrey kept grunting and gyrating his hips as she did this.
Gloria was busy tonguing his face now. His face was covered with her saliva. He was fondling and mashing and massaging her breasts, pinching them, even hurting them. He loved to hear Gloria's moans when he'd squeeze her breasts up to a point her eyes would close in pain. Then he'd relax the pressure of his fingers to stroke them gently, to fondle add pet them, to kiss them for her, to lick her hard nipples, then raise his lips up to hers for a long long passionate kiss.
As the minutes ticked by and the wine was beginning to have its total»effect, it was Gloria who finally decided the moment had arrived for the final approach to the magnificent ass-fucking she and Beth had in mind for her brother.
Gloria knew that, other than Beth's fingers up his ass, Jeffrey's anus was* a virginal as any infant's. This idea thrilled her half to death. To think that she, Gloria James, was going to get the first crack at his virginal asshole and, at the same time, live out a fantasy that had thrilled and excited her for years, a fantasy she'd masturbated to since she could first remember seeing a young boy's naked asshole at the swimming pool, of a summer camp.
Reaching down onto the rug for the vial of body oil, she allowed one precious drop to fall on the ball of her right index finger.
Beth was watching.
Gloria smiled. Her mouth and lips formed the word:
"Now!"