The weeks immediately following Carol's introduction of young Joey to the joys of fucking were difficult for both she and her chosen sexual initiate. Even though both were totally dedicated to the pursuit of the wild and seemingly endless joys of their new sexual relationship, there always lurked in the shadows the terrible fear that they might be found out, that something either of them might do or say might alert key's parents to their nasty and now nearly nightly revels.
It had been difficult at first to arrange their hot sessions of cunt-moistening and cock-hardening sex. Carol usually had her boy on the pretense of inviting the kid over for a swim. His swims had become almost a daily event now and she and Joey were beginning to wonder if his parents might be wondering what special attraction Carol Chambers' swimming pool held for the boy. After all, he had the use of the pool at school and spent a good part of the afternoon after class practicing his diving form. And yet he always ran over to Carol's place right after he got home and didn't return home until ten or eleven o'clock.
Carol had been avoiding the Mastersons as much as possible, although she could hardly cut off all relations with her most friendly neighbors. They had the annoying habit of inviting her over for parties and social get-togethers. A few weeks earlier she would have enjoyed spending the evening with Joyce and Al. Now, however, her evenings with them were a constant torture. Joey always stayed out of sight for fear that something might pass between them that might be detected by the parents. They both realized that the possibility of discovery was relatively slight since nobody could possibly suspect that the well respected and sexually satisfied Carol Chambers could be havingan affair with a boy young enough to be her son. But it was a nagging feeling nonetheless, and it bothered Carol and Joey terribly.
It was with considerable discomfort and nervousness, therefore, that Carol received Joyce one fine sunny afternoon. She had dropped by unexpectedly that afternoon a few minutes before Carol expected her young fucker to make his appearance for their regular afternoon romp. Carol had wanted to show the boy how to fuck her in the ass that afternoon. Now that Joey's lovely and friendly mother was with her, however, the butt-fucking to which she had been looking forward all afternoon was out of the question, at least for that day. Carol had been stroking her nice juicy snatch in anticipation of Joey's expected visit. She loved to make her warm cunt wet and hot well in advance of his visit, loved to show him as soon as he peeked through the patio doors that she was ready and horny for the kind of boy-love that the kid always gave her.
She was wearing only her bra and a half-slip when she ran to the door to greet Joey. When she found Joyce instead, her face froze for an instant. She was unable to hide her surprise at finding the boy's mother instead of the boy himself. She wondered what Joyce thought of the look of shock on her usually calm face. She recovered quickly enough and slid the glass doors open, putting on an expression of pleasant surprise that she somehow felt was not quite believable.
"Joyce! What a wonderful surprise!" Carol said, a bit nervously, sounding more ironic than sincere.
"I was just in the neighborhood and I thought I'd drop by!" Joyce laughed, opening her beach coat and revealing a luscious body clothed for a swim.
Carol was flabbergasted. Joey would be over in a few minutes unless Joyce had told him that she was planning to drop by for a swim. The last three or four times Joey had pulled his dick out as soon as he had locked the gate behind him and had had a big hard-on by the time he reached the house, all in fun, of course. What would happen if he did that today? Carol felt a shudder of fear at the mere thought of such a horrible happening.
There was something else that bothered Carol strangely when she realized that Joyce was planning to stay awhile. It didn't register on her immediately. Rather it was a slow building of the most peculiar feeling she had ever had about another woman. When she saw Joyce wearing such a microscopic bikini of the flimsiest possible material, a surge of sensual delight coursed through her. There was something about Joyce on that particular afternoon that was strangely exciting, strangely stimulating sexually, even for a woman as strictly heterosexual as Carol. The first surges of passion for Joyce passed over her in an instant and disappeared, leaving her strangely disquieted.
"Whatever is the matter, Carol?" Joyce asked with a gentle laugh in her low smooth voice. "You seem surprised! In fact you seem shocked! Am I too old for a bikini or something?" "I'm sorry, Joyce darling," Carol said, sounding as if she had suddenly shaken herself from a trance. "I just wasn't expecting you, that's all. Do come in!" "Judging from the way you ran to the door, I assume you were expecting somebody else! And from the way you're dressed, I assume that the somebody was a man!" Joyce smiled, obviously referring to Carol's scanty attire, which included a red lace bra and a black half-slip of see-through material.
"A man?" Carol gasped. "Oh, I see what you mean! This!" Carol said, brushing her hands over her well-filled bra.
"Oh this, she says!" Joyce laughed, making an exaggerated motion of dismissal. "Good Lord, Carol dear, that outfit is enough to give my great grandfather a hard-on, and my great grandfather has been in his grave for fifty years!"
Carol didn't need to hear anything about hard-ons at the moment, especially from the mother of the boy she had planned to excite to such a turgid state. It occurred to Carol that for all Joyce's apparent free-thinking and easy use of the four-letter words of sex, she hadn't done much to make her son s sex life any easier for him. That chore had been left up to Carol. She had enjoyed performing it but she couldn't help feeling just the slightest trace of disdain for the woman who wouldn't even let her sons have a healthy peek at her tits once in a while. She hoped that trace of disdain wouldn't injure her relationship with Joyce, whatever that relationship was destined to become. Carol had the strange feeling that herrelationship with her neighbor was about to change considerably.
"It's a good thing Joey didn't drop by instead of me, Carol dear. Who knows what gown-up thoughts your get-up might have inspired in him? We can't have the boy chasing after you, can we?" Joyce laughed.
"I hardly think I'm that alluring, Joyce, at least not where a eighteen-year-old boy is concerned," Carol smiled.
"A eighteen-year-old boy?" Joyce smiled, following Carol into the living room. "You flatter me, darling. But I'm afraid little lacy is a bit older than that. Try nineteen!"
"Oh, that's right. They are all almost nineteen. I can't keep track of children's ages, darling. Perhaps it's a good thing I never married. I wouldn't know how old the little creatures were," Carol said, realizing that her act was working.
"I'm surprised to hear that you don't know how old Joey is, Carol. After all, dear, he's been coming over here every afternoon for six weeks or so. I hardly ever see the boy any more." Joyce said, taking the cold lemonade that Carol handed her. "Oh, I see you were expecting somebody. Two ice-cold lemonades all poured and ready. Who's the lucky man?"
"Joyce, you have a wicked mind, positively wicked! You know perfectly well that I've been playing the spinster for several months. No mare men for me. At least not right now," Carol laughed.
"Don't tell me that women's fib has finallygotten through to you, too," Joyce said slyly, sipping her lemonade and looking at Carol with her clear blue glittering eyes, eyes that couldn't help but remind Carol of Joey.
"Women's lib? Oh, well, darling, I've been liberated for years. You know that. My decision to do without men was definitely neither political nor philosophical. I just need a few months to look at my life and decide what direction the rest of it should take, that's all. After all, Joyce, I'm thirty-five years of age. One morning I'll wake up and find that I'm forty. I want the rest of my sexually useful years to be happy ones," Carol said, hoping she hadn't opened a can of worms with her musings about her sex life.
"Are you saying that you haven't been enjoying your sex life?" Joyce asked, obviously amazed.
"It hasn't been the greatest," Carol said, shrugging her shoulders, wishing she had kept her mouth shut. "But anyway, Joyce, my sex life doesn't make for a very interesting conversation."
"That's a matter of opinion, Carol." Joyce smiled concernedly.
There was a look on Joyce's lovely face that made Carol warm inside, the look of true concern. It made her feel uncomfortable at the same time, knowing that she had been doing such depraved things with Joyce's eighteen-year-old son. This sudden and apparently real interest in her sex life was something new in her relationship with Joyce. There was something behind her sudden interest in Carol's happiness, something that she couldn't quite grasp at the moment. She knew that it hadnothing to do with her clandestine relationship with Joey. Such knowledge, no matter how carefully concealed, would have revealed itself to Carol immediately, she knew. Whatever Joyce's ulterior motive, Carol decided, her interest was genuine.
"Would you like something a little stronger than lemonade?" Carol asked her friend, getting the impression that something was about to be brought up that would require the soothing effect of something alcoholic.
"That might be a good idea, under the circumstances," Joyce said with a smile, crossing her long pale pink legs.
Carol fixed Joyce a dry martini, a very dry martini, taking her time while she tried to dispose of the problem of Joey's impending visit, a visit that might cast some doubt on her innocence. She did, after all, run to the door wearing very little and expecting to see a boy with a hard cock. If Joyce ever found out that the boy she wanted to see was her own son, there would be the devil to pay.
"So Joey's been coming over for a dip lately," Carol said, pretending ignorance.
"So he tells me. I suppose that's where he's been going. I hope so. Surely you don't mean to tell me he hasn't been coming over! Has my little brat been lying to me lately?" Joyce asked, a trace of motherly concern in her soft deep voice.
"Oh, I don't mean to imply any such thing, Joyce darling. I know he's been over a few times in the past few weeks. But I'm generally working inmy office at this time of the afternoon. Advertising keeps me terribly busy, you know. I seem to bring more work home with me than I. leave at the agency. At least it keeps me off the streets." Carol smiled. "No, Joyce, I don't believe I've even seen They this week, although I might have heard him splashing around from my little office upstairs. I hope you don't mind if he makes use of the pool. I rarely venture into the water. Too much sun isn't really good for the complexion, you know," Carol said, sipping her martini and looking her sexy best.
Joyce's mind seemed to be on something deeper than Joey's visits to the pool, although Carol still felt uneasy about Joyce's presence m her house so near the time of Joey's expected visit. Carol kept looking out through the patio doors, half expecting to see Joyce's horny young son running through the gate and around the pool with a hard cock sticking out in front of him. In such a case she hoped she could warn him off before his mother saw him in such an obscene state.
The longer Carol gazed into Joyce's lovely blue eyes the less she could pay proper attention to her vigil. There was something in Joyce's eyes that excited Carol in a way she had never thought possible. There was a sexiness, a seductive fire burning deep in the lithe and lovely woman's eyes that turned Carol on in a peculiar and almost frightening way. And Carol knew that her beautiful neighbor was aware of the effect she was having on her. It was a terribly strange feeling, perhaps inspired by Joyce's incredible beauty, perhaps inspired by the blazing heat in Carol's cunt, a heatthat she couldn't now alleviate since Joey's visit was to be postponed, perhaps inspired by Carol's strange relationship with Joyce's own son. Whatever the cause of the deep and dark excitement that gathered inside Carol's mind and body, she knew that something wonderful and perversely exciting was about to happen between her and Joey's mother. She knew, too, that it was Joyce who would take the lint step into the abyss of lesbian love and sex. Carol knew that she would follow willingly.
"You know, Carol, if your love life isn't all it could be, I might have a suggestion or two for improving it. After all, dear, you did say your sex life wasn't the greatest. Stop me if I get obnoxious, Carol. And remember I'm just trying to help," Joyce said, moving her chair closer to her neighbor, moving so close that her long sleek legs brushed against Carol's.
"Oh, don't worry about shocking me, Joyce. I'm a big girl now, in case you haven't noticed," Carol purred.
"Oh, I've noticed, Carol. M's noticed, too." Joyce smiled, looking up from her glass quickly with a wicked look in her eyes.
"Al? My goodness, Joyce, I had no idea!" Carol said, pretending amazement but knowing perfectly well that Al had been eyeing her for years, although he hadn't actually tried to fuck her.
"Oh, yes, Carol. In Al's words 'she's one sweet piece', or something to that effect," Joyce smiled. "Doesn't Al put things delicately?"
"Men are like that, Joyce darling. All men are bastards. Or so some say. Personally I don't find them all that bad," Carol said, becoming conscious of the warmth of her lovely neighbor's naked knee against her leg.
"Oh, they have their good points," Joyce smiled slyly. "But a married lady gets bored sometimes, Carol. Understand?"
"You needn't tell me about being bored, honey," Carol said, playing the game Joyce had started with her. "Even a single girl gets bored. But I thought you and Al joined a swap club for diversion."
"Oh, we did that, Carol. It was all right for a few weeks. But even that got to be boring after a while. Same people all the time. You know how it is. It might be different if you joined, Carol," Joyce said, moving her leg against Carol's in a gentle motion calculated to excite.
"Little me? What could I possibly bring to such a swinging group?" she said, feeling the warmth of Joyce's beautiful satin kg spreading throughout her body, mingling with the warmth of her drink and the incredibly pervasive heat in her moist pussy.
"Silly question," Joyce smiled, putting her glass on the floor and dropping her small warm hand on Carol's naked knee.
"My goodness, Joyce darling! What kinds of things do you do at those get-togethers?" Carol said in mock amazement.
"A little of everything, Carol," Joyce answered, stroking Carol's leg, her hand moving closer and closer to her sensitive cunt mound.
"Even…" Carol whispered.
"Even that, Carol. Have you ever…?" Joyce asked, her hand squeezing the soft inner flesh of Carol's upper leg, her hand hidden beneath her neighbor's slip.
"No, darling, I haven't, not yet at any rate. But I must admit that I've considered trying it," Carol said, squeezing her legs together, trapping her friend's hand between her legs.
Carol was becoming wildly excited by Joyce s hot hand working so delicately and yet so insistently between her legs. She had never tried anything quite like this before, and the prospect of having sex with a woman was a strange new thrill. After her experiences with Joyce's son, nothing was too taboo to try. She had often wondered if sex with a woman would be satisfying. Perhaps this lovely woman would be gentler than a man; perhaps, knowing the feelings of a woman, Joyce would be able to thrill her without inspiring fear in her, fear that had always tainted her enjoyment when fucking men. But she knew even before plunging headfirst into the whirlpool of lesbian lust that nothing, not even sex with Joyce, could be as satisfying to her as sex with nineteen-year-old Joey.
Carol wanted to touch Joyce's smallish but incredibly perfect tits, wanted to feel their warmth and softness beneath the skimpy top of her bikini, wanted to discover for the first time in her life what another woman's tits felt like. She made no move toward Joyce until she felt the woman's long fingers scratching against the crotch of her lace panties. Carol reached out and dropped her hand on Joyce's boob. Joyce responded by moving even closer to Carol's nearly naked body, moving so close that her naked knee was rubbing against the crotch of Carol's panties. Carol was amazed that she took so easily to the joys of girl-girl sex. She had expected to feel some revulsion, at least in the first few seconds of their embrace. Instead she felt the most delicious imaginable thrill deep in her cunt, coursing through her entire body, turning her on as she had never thought possible.
"Good God, Joyce!" Carol gasped. "I don't believe this!"
"You like?" Joyce smiled, her knee rubbing hard against Carol's dampening panties.
"I think we'd better go upstairs where we can be more comfortable," Carol answered, thoroughly amazed at the wild thrills racing through her body, and thoroughly amazed that her neighbor liked girl-girl sex.
"Is your bed big enough for two, Carol darling?" Joyce purred.
Carol stood up and was about to answer her hot-assed neighbor when she froze at the sight of Joyce's young son standing in the doorway with his hard dick sticking up in front of him. He had shucked his trunks on the run and held them in his hand. He had the most horrified expression on his face, having apparently been stopped in his tracks by the sudden sight of his mother with her hand against Miss Chambers' pretty crotch. The horror that surged through Carol's mind and body was strangely mingled with wild sexual excitement. She was faced with an impossible situation. There was no doubt in her mind that the boy had seen his mother playing with her cunt. And there was no doubt in her mind that another second would find Joyce catching sight of her son standing there with a hard cock, standing there the way he had been for weeks. She had to act quickly.
"Joyce… uh… why don't you just go on upstairs, darling? You know when my bedroom is, dear. I want to do something downstairs, that is I have something you'll love, Joyce. Now you just run upstairs like a darling and let me find it. I'll be right up," she urged, helping Joyce to her feet and all but pushing her out of the room to the foot of the stairs, looking over her shoulders and motioning for the boy to hide himself.
"Heavens, Carol! What is this mysterious thing you have to show me? Really the only thing I need is-" Joyce started to say, interrupted by Carol's quavering voice.
"Yes, I know, Joyce. I know. But you really will love this!" Carol said, seeing Joey disappear behind a huge potted fern.
"Well, all right, Carol. But this had better be good. I can't wait another minute! I haven't done this sort of thing with a girl in at least three weeks. I'm just dying for it, Carol!" Joyce said, turning to face her beautiful friend, noticing a terribly confused look on her face. "What on earth is the matter? Surely you're not getting cold feet?"
"Oh, no, Joyce. I really want this,". Carol answered weakly.
Joyce shrugged her bare shoulders and ascended the stairs. Even in her confused and nervous state Carol was struck powerfully by the lovely wiggle of Joyce's ass, by the way her long pink-glowing legs rose and fell, by the way the beauty tossed her head, throwing her hair behind her. She wanted to get at Joyce's cunt desperately now, and she would have her no matter what..
Joyce shrugged her bare shoulders and ascended the stairs. Even in her confused and nervous state Carol was struck powerfully by the lovely wiggle of Joyce's ass, by the way her long pink-glowing legs rose and fell, by the way the beauty tossed her head, throwing her hair behind her. She wanted to get at Joyce's cunt desperately now, and she would have her no matter what..
Joyce shrugged her bare shoulders and ascended the stairs. Even in her confused and nervous state Carol was struck powerfully by the lovely wiggle of Joyce's ass, by the way her long pink-glowing legs rose and fell, by the way the beauty tossed her head, throwing her hair behind her. She wanted to get at Joyce's cunt desperately now, and she would have her no matter what..
CHAPTER EIGHTWhen she was sure that Joyce was out of sight and out of earshot upstairs, Carol ran to key and grabbed his arm, pulling him out of hiding behind the bushy plant. His trunks had fallen at his sideand his cock, was still rock-hard. He looked more confused than she had ever seen the boy.
"Now listen, They-did you see what your mother was doing to me? Now don't be afraid to admit it. Just answer me," she said sternly, shaking the boy's shoulder.
"Gosh, yes! She was playin' with your pussy. Jesus Christ, Miss Chambers! Why was she doin' that? I don't understand," the kid said, his eyes glittering with fear and strange excitement.
"There's no time to explain now, Joey," Carol whispered intensely. "Do you want to watch us make love?"
Carol couldn't believe what she had said. She had said it nearly unconsciously. She realized now that she was wildly turned on by the strange set of circumstances. She had already introduced Joyce's eager young boy to the taboo joys of fucking an older woman, had already introduced him to the delights of sexual depravity in her bed, in the very bed in which Joyce now lay waiting. And now she was about to ask him to witness the wild sensual delights that his mother -was about to show her. She realized how depraved and taboo her suggestion was, but she knew that the boy would comply no matter how depraved her request. He was willing to do anything she asked, and his willingness made it possible for her to do the unthinkable.
"Watch you do what?" the trembling young boy asked, his mouth hanging open.
"I want you to watch me make love with your mother. Wouldn't you like that, Joey dear? Wouldn't you like to watch me play with your mother's tits and suck her cunt? Wouldn't you like to watch your mother lick out my pussy just like you do? Doesn't that make your dick jerk, darling?" Joyce said, her voice wet and sensual.
"She wouldn't do that. Not my mom. You gotta be kidding! You don't mean it, Miss Chambers!" he gasped.
"I'll show you how much I mean it, my little lover!" she said, knowing now that her plan was set. "You come upstairs in a few minutes and hide outside the door. Peek in the keyhole and don't make a sound. Do you hear me? Not a sound! I'll show you that your darling mother isn't quite the strict moralist you think her to be," she said with a smile. "You can jack off while you watch, but don't come. Do you understand? Don't let yourself come. I'll get rid of your mother as soon as we've had our fun. It's really you I want, Joey…" she added, reaching down and fondling the kid's aching hard-on for a second or two, then turning and running up the stairs, her tits bouncing and her ass swaying as she ran.
As Carol had expected, she found the beautiful Joyce lying in bed already, her luscious slender body naked now and restfully stretched out. Carol stood by the bed after shutting the door carefully behind her. Site stared at Joyce's reclining body. She lay there with the lithe beauty of a seductress, her skin glowing and alive with sensuality, her legs slightly parted, and her furry dark-brown pussy hair showing beautifully between her parted legs. When she was sure that Joey had taken his position kneeling at the keyhole, Carol walked towards the bed, unfastening her bra and dropping her slip and panties as she moved toward the fun that lay in store for her and all concerned on the big soft bed.
"Yes, Carol, I believe we'll both enjoy this," Joyce said, reaching out to touch Carol's softly swaying tit.
"Do you like my body, Joyce darling?" she asked, conscious all the time of the boy's presence outside the door. "Would you like to suck my tits?"
"Indeed, indeed!" Joyce smiled.
Carol fell into bed with her naked neighbor, rolling around in the soft bed wildly, her tits brushing against Joyce's, her thighs stroking Joyce's thighs, her pussy rubbing against Joyce's funny meat as she ground her crotch against Joyce's. Both Carol and Joyce were a bit surprised at the intensity of their first moments of lovemaking. Joyce had expected Carol to be a bit more reticent in the beginning moments of her first experience with girl-girl sex. Carol herself had expected to need. a few minutes. to accustom herself to the completely new situation. But she had Joey in mind now even more than the lovely and eager woman with whom she was engaged in sex. She wanted to put on a good show for her young lover.
"My God, Carol, you learn fast!" Joyce said, writhing wildly in an ecstatic embrace with her feminine lover.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes! This is beautiful, Joyce darling! Do you do this often? Do you suck otherwomen's tits and lick their hot wet cunts?" Carol asked in a relatively loud voice, wanting Joey to hear the confession of his mother's wild sex life.
"As often as possible, Carol dear," Joyce purred. "How many other men have you allowed to stick their cocks up your cunt? How many cocks have you sucked? Other than Al's of course," Carol asked, feeling a dirty thrill when she realized the dizzying thoughts that had to be racing through poor Joey's mind.
"I love to suck cocks, Carol!" Joyce said, feeling a nasty little shiver as her words escaped her lips. "I just love to suck big juicy cocks until they squirt their jizz all over the inside of my mouth! I love to beat their dicks off and make them come all over my tits! And I just love their big strong rods fucking my horny cunt!"
"And you don't mind who fucks you?" Carol asked, sliding between her neighbor's legs and burying her face in the downy hair of Joyce's perfumed pussy.
"Oh, God! Beautiful, Carol… Beautiful! Yesssss! Lick my twat, dear! Lick my clit!" Joyce gasped as she felt Carol's tongue tickling the ragged lips of her hot wet cunt.
"Do you fuck just about anyone?" Carol hissed, licking wildly at her naked neighbor's creamy pink gash, her face turned slightly towards the door behind which Joey was beating off and going crazy with excitement.
"Oh, Carol, I don't care who fucks me! Just as long as he has a big cock! But your tongue is so much better than a cock. So much better! Keeplicking my clitoris! Keep sucking it! Yes! Oh, yes! Put your tongue up my cunt!" Joyce cried, her legs writhing, her boobs heaving, her thighs shivering with excitement.
Joyce wrapped her long slender legs around Carol's body, holding her close between her legs, her face pressed up against her steaming cunt. Carol sucked and lapped until Joyce's pussy ran with musky moisture. She asked her neighbor to dive into her muff, too. Joyce was eager to respond. She turned around and buried her beautiful face in Carol's open wet twat. In a sixty-nine position they ate each other's cunts with wild abandon. Carol found pussy-eating a natural act for her. She tongued and lapped Joyce's puffy pink gash with what could have passed easily for great expertise. Joyce ate Carol's musky snatch with true expertise. She was driving Carol wild with passion. She knew that she would flash off in a matter of seconds.
"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 passionescaped 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 noticedescaped 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.