Chapter 8
Although Carol later confided to Beth that she had really enjoyed the session with Doreen once she had stopped fighting it, she told her that she could never bring herself, she felt sure, to be a part of a group of strangers engaged in sex.
"You have to remember," she added, "that I was brought up as a recluse with only my father for company. It's a lot to expect me to go right from that to taking part in orgies."
"I understand that, dear and so does Adam. That's why he has brought you along so slowly and patiently. Not many men would be so considerate with a young beauty like you."
"I know he has been wonderful to me, Beth, and I really do appreciate it."
"Then of course you'll show that appreciation by trying to do things to please him. You thought it was going to be terrible having Doreen lap your pussy, but you ended up enjoying it. It's just a matter of letting yourself go, the way he wants you to."
Carol realized that somewhere along the line, she had lost control of the discussion and ended up being painted into a corner. Since Beth had suggested that they go to the bedroom to play a little, she decided it was time to do that rather than engage in futile and confusing argument, one she could not win.
Putting her arms around Beth, she kissed her on the mouth and they fell back onto the bed together, the game underway, argument about orgies forgotten. After their bras had been removed they played what Beth called tittie games in which they were both winners and were awarded bobby prizes, firm, satiny, pink tipped bobbies which fitted comfortably and excitingly into warm, moist mouths and responded delightfully to greedy sucking.
When Carol lifted her hips from the bed to allow Beth to take her panties down, she assumed that they would soon be locked together, each with her face in the crotch of the other. She responded by relieving Beth of her panties so that except for garter belt and nylons, both were naked.
With Beth taking the lead as usual, Carol lay back enjoying the sensation of having the smooth hand playing in her crotch, arousing her and stimulating her juices so that her crotch became wet as well as warm.
She was disappointed when Beth got off the bed and went to the dresser, but when the woman returned carrying a white cylinder in her hand, she became curious.
"What on earth have you got there?" she asked.
"What does it look like?" Beth asked in reply.
"To tell the truth, it looks like a plastic cock with a very skinny head," Carol answered, laughing.
"Don't laugh, dear, you're closer than you think. Here, give me your hand."
As Carol extended her hand, Beth twisted the rear end of the cylinder, causing the girl to become even more curious.
Sitting, Beth took Carol's hand and closed it around the front end of the instrument. With a little cry of surprise, Carol felt it vibrating as though it were a live thing.
"Oh Beth," she cried, "do tell me what it is."
"Well, dear, the ads call it a battery operated vibrator but they don't say anything about the specific purpose. It's really a dildo."
"A what?"
Remembering the girl's protected upbringing, Beth told her about the artificial phallus and how it has appeared in one form or another in every society since early oriental days.
"Then you use it just like a real cock," Carol said.
"Right, except that it never gets tired like the real thing, it's always hard and ready. When the batteries wear out you just throw them away, you can't do that with a man."
"I can see the advantages," Carol observed. "Also, it doesn't snore."
"Oh you do learn fast, Carol, let's help you do a little more learning with uncle dil up your little snatch."
Giggling, Carol parted her thighs and watched intently as Beth slowly moved the implement into her crotch. As the vibrating head touched her vulva, she stopped giggling. It felt good.
"Oh Beth," she sighed, "it's going to be so good."
"It's going to get better, baby, just wait and see."
Beth's delicate fingers parted the soft, pink lips and she pushed the tip of the vibrator into the softness of the entrance to the girl's aroused cunt.
"Oh... more... more," Carol cried out, her buttocks squirming on the bed. Beth pushed it in a little farther, causing Carol to squirm even more.
"Oooohhhhh," Carol sighed, almost groaning as the end of the vibrator found her clitoris. The phallus may have been artificial, but the vibrations she felt in her clitoris were very real indeed. Knowing what was happening, Beth kept it working as she lay over the girl, one hand under her clutching a firm buttock.
"You're getting close, aren't you, baby?" Beth asked in a heated whisper.
"Yes... oh yes... God it's good."
"That's the way, Carol baby, just take it nice and easy and let uncle dil make you have a nice big come in your hot little cunny."
Beth had barely finished talking when she felt the girl jerking into orgasm. Turning off the vibrator, she pushed it into Carol's slit and moved away.
As she watched, Carol pressed her thighs together, trapping the artificial phallus in her cunt, then arched her back high in passion as the orgasm completed its delicious explosion within her body.
"Wow," Carol enthused later, "I don't know who invented that machine, but he deserves to be rich."
"I thought you'd like it. I used to use my little ladies' aid often until Adam came into my life. I still use it some nights after you and he have gone to bed and I'm feeling a bit randy. Some nights I fall asleep with it inside my twat but turned off."
"I can see," Carol replied, "that there'd be no going to sleep with it turned on. A girl could screw herself to death that way."
"Hey, there's an idea," Beth said with enthusiasm. "It would be real entertainment at a gang bang to tie a chick on a couch with uncle dil turned on in her cunt. I'll bet she'd do some real howling before it was over."
"Could a woman really be fucked to death?" Carol asked, seriously.
"I doubt it, honey, but if it were possible, wouldn't it be a wonderful way to go? Imagine, going coming."
Carol offered to return the favor for Beth then, but the woman told her she wasn't ready. They chatted for a while, and in the course of the conversation, Adam told Carol that every once in a while, Adam liked to give a chick a bum shot.
"What on earth is a bum shot?" Carol wanted to know.
"It's the old British navy game, buggery, bum fucking, call it what you like, but it still means pushing a stiff prick up a nice tight arsehold. Of course you don't really need a chick, lots of guys do it to each other. There are some queers who don't blow at all, just bum fuck."
"Is it fun?"
"It's a matter of taste, honey. I know a few chicks who really dig it and others who just go along with it because the guy gets his jollies that way," Beth explained.
"But a bum hole looks so small. Surely it must hurt to take a big cock like Adam's in such a tiny little hole."
"No, it doesn't really. I've taken his up the bum a dozen times or more. He greases the head of his rod with Vaseline and you'd be surprised how easily it slips in. It sure as hell stretches you, but there's no real pain."
"Well," Carol said with a little shrug of resignation, "I guess when he wants me to take it that way, I'll find out what it's like."
"You can do better than that, baby."
"What do you mean?"
"Just take it easy and watch me."
Hurrying to the dresser, Beth uncapped a jar of Vaseline, scooped out a little and rubbed it over the head of the vibrator until it shone.
"There now, it's nice and slippery and will push right up your poop pipe without any trouble at all. Turn over and get up on your knees."
Carol began to feel jittery then, but she complied with Beth's instructions.
"Christ, what a bum," Beth enthused as she admired and fondled the arched bottom of the girl. "I'm surprised Adam hasn't poked you up there long before now."
"Are you sure it isn't going to hurt?" Carol asked, turning her face around to see what Beth was doing as she waited for the touch of the dildo on her little pink ring.
"Don't be silly, Carol, and don't tighten up your muscles like that. Just stay loose and watch how easily it slips up your chute."
Carol tried to obey, but as she felt the tip of the dildo touch her anus, she tensed at once. She felt a sharp slap on her left nether cheek and heard Beth tell her again to relax and take her buggering like a nice little altar boy.
At that, Carol relaxed and, with one easy push, the end of the dildo went up her hole. To her delight, there was no pain at all, not even a suggestion of it. Beth gave another push and shoved more than an inch of the instrument into the girl's tight hole. There was a feeling of being stretched a bit, but it still didn't hurt at all.
Taking her time, pushing about an inch at a time, Beth worked the dildo up the girl until only a finger grip remained between the cheeks of Carol's beautifully curved bum.
"Nice, baby?" Beth asked.
"I... I don't know. It's... just different, I guess."
"I'm in the mood to be tongue lashed right now, Carol baby. How about going down on me?"
"With this up my bum?"
"Why not? Just stay as you are. We have a cunt delivery service here. We serve it steaming hot right to your mouth." After all, nobody likes to eat cold snatch."
Moving quickly as Carol got up with her hands pressed on the bed, Beth squirmed under her until her aroused crotch was below the girl's face, then looked above her own face to see the crotch and loaded bum of the young beauty. It was an inspiring sight.
"Ready when you are, baby," Beth told her, excitedly. "I'm feeling nice and juicy already. See what you can do about it."
Carol brought her face down into the waiting crotch and began to lap greedily. Beth was as juicy as she had said, but the eager mouth of the girl soon added immeasurably to that state. Carol had enjoyed muff diving from the first time she tried it and seemed to enjoy it more every time.
While she was being lapped, and sensing that she was not going to come for a long time, Beth, remembering the old adage that idle hands are the tools of the devil, put hers to work.
While one played in Carol's crotch, the other found the end of the dildo and began working it in and out of the pink arsehole of the girl. At parties, she had lain under a woman who was getting screwed dog style while diving her. Watching the dildo slide easily in and out and further stimulating herself by playing in the warm, wet crotch of the girl, Beth decided it was almost as much fun as the real thing.
As she felt the approach of orgasm, Beth began to squirm and bounce on the bed. At the same time, she pulled the dildo out of Carol's hole and, tossing it aside, pulled the moist crotch down on her face and began sucking greedily in a delayed double-ender.
Later, the two tired women rested on the bed, chatting when they felt like it, resting quietly otherwise. During one of their conversations, Beth let it slip that Adam had asked her to use the dildo on Carol to prepare her for the real thing later.
Carol couldn't hide her resentment at that, and didn't really try. As she saw it, she was his wife and yet they were using her as a toy, discussing between each other what was to happen between her and her husband. Unschooled though she was in the ways of life, she sensed that it was all wrong, and that the Garden of Eden she thought was hers, had snakes in it.
"You shouldn't feel that way about it, dear," Beth said, her tone warm and sincere. "After all, Adam loves you very much and understands how much you have to learn. He feels, and I think he's right, that it is easier for you to have me help you learn a little at a time rather than getting right into things. Surely you can see that, darling. We both love you and want things to be as easy and pleasant for you as possible."
Impressed by the sincerity with which Beth spoke, Carol told her she was sorry for having reacted the way she did, and things seemed to be under control.
Later though, as she lay alone on the bed, Carol's mind returned to the thought that she was not really a wife at all. As a child, she had heard the song about a bird in a gilded cage and it was in that capacity that she began to sec herself.