When Belinda found that the telephone was not working, she was distraught. How could she summon Tommy? She looked out the windows and saw, that the houses on either side were dark. There was no telephone booth in the neighborhood and, a dutiful baby-sitter, she did not want to leave the child alone while she searched for a phone. It was tremendously frustrating. She almost wished that she had not seen Amanda sucking James' cock, for it had made her desperately horny for some cock of her own. Any cock would do, she thought. She wished that a door-to-door salesman would stop by – but, like cops, salesmen are never around when you need one.
Unhappily, she resigned herself to her own devices.
She began a frantic search for something with which she could fuck herself.
She began in the bedroom, looking through all the drawers, hoping to find a vibrator or a dildo. But there was nothing of that nature there. It figures, she thought, wryly – with a cock like her husband has, why should she want a dildo? But that was doing Belinda no good.
She looked in the bathroom.
They did not even, have an electric toothbrush.
The distraught nymphette racked her brain as she tried to think of what she could use as a substitute prick.
She went back downstairs and looked in the kitchen.
In the refrigerator, she discovered a big salami. It was just about the same length and circumference as James' cock, she thought. It would have to do. She grinned at the thought that, later and innocently, sexy James Jenkins would be eating that salami, ingesting her cunt juice by proxy – and Amanda, as well – those sweet lips that she had seen pulling on his prick would be swallowing a cunt-juiced salami. It was a rather erotic thought – better than nothing.
But not as good as prick.
She took the salami into the living room.
She opened her shorts and squirmed out of them, then pushed her panties down. Her cunt was frothy, her clit standing out stiff and vibrant. She sat in a comfortable chair and hooked one knee over the armrest, letting the other leg trail out on the floor.
She spread her cuntlips wide open with her fingers and began to rub the end of the salami around in her creamy slot. She pushed it up, inch by inch, smiling as she felt the fat link stuff her cunt to the brim.
She began to salami-fuck herself slowly and leisurely, pushing it far up and pulling it out while her cunt muscles sucked on it.
It felt pretty good.
But it was not the real thing and there was no load of sweet jism to spurt out of it.
She pulled it out and put the tip in her mouth, sucking on it and tasting her cunt juice, the subtle flavor modified by the garlicy meat.
She slipped it up her twat again.