Chapter 3
Candy's mother, in fact, had managed to get herself some real dick the night before. Just as Candy's sexual activities had been curtailed by living at home, so had her other's, for Erma Thompson was a woman great sexual appetite but she had not wanted bring men home while her daughter was ere. Thus, just like Candy, she had been forced to enjoy uncomfortable fucks in cars or fucks in shabby motel rooms, from which she had to depart in the middle of the night and forgo the pleasure of a leisurely morning fuck.
Now that she had the house to herself, she intended to make up for lost time.
At thirty-six, Erma was still a very attractive and desirable woman. She looked a great deal like her daughter; in fact, with the same honey blonde hair, her body a bit fuller but shaped the same exciting proportions.
She had gone out to a singles bar the nig before and had been thrilled to find that she could have her choice of men.
She had chosen Boris Gribble, a hansom fellow with a promising bulge in his crotch and she had not been disappointed -- that bulge had proved to be a remarkably fine cock which she had fucked and sucked with great, enjoyment until the wee hours.
Now Gribble was sleeping beside her and Erma, who had just woke up, and was wondering if she should start sucking his dick while he slept or wake him up first.
It was the sort of problem that she didn't all mind haying, and she licked her lips anticipation.
She also had another decision to make.
Gribble was living in a hotel, and during the interludes between fucking, they had discussed the idea that he might move in with Erma. He seemed keen on the idea; Erma was in two minds about it. She liked him and knew they would have a good sex life together but, with her new freedom, she wasn't sure if she wanted to limit herself to one man.
It was a hard decision to make. She knew it would be fun to pick up a different guy every light, but on the other hand, the benefits of steady romance and sex with one handsome, large-cocked gentleman were obvious.
She knew that if she rejected him, she would egret it every night that she failed to score with someone else and had come home alone to her dildo.
Then, too, there was the alternative of living with Gribble and cheating on him, thereby having the best of both worlds.
As she gazed down at his thick cock, she decided that was just what she would do.
Then she made her other decision. She would awaken him with a bit of cock sucking.
Gribble's cock was not hard at the moment, but even stretched out in a soft state down his thick thigh it was an impressive hunk of cock meat, no doubt of that. The shaft was broad and tapering and the knob was shaped like a hovel. His balls were big and hard, even though Erma had emptied them numerous times during the course of the night. Erma has a high regard for big balls, knowing the creamy joy that, such sacs contained.
Now she leaned over him and began to lick the head of his cock very gently.
He stirred in his sleep.
Her tongue curled and coiled around his knob and his cock began to stiffen. She merrily licked up and down the stalk, tongued hi balls for a bit, then slipped his cockhead into her eager lips and sucked softly on it.
Erma loved to feel a soft cock grow and harden inside her loving mouth.
His cock straightened in a series of jolts coming up from its dormant and slack state along his thigh and bringing her head right up with it, like a lever shifting a boulder. When his fine pecker was standing rampant, Erma began to bob her head up and down on it. It was too big to get the whole thing into her mouth, but she took all that she could with relish.
Her pussy began to cream.
On this morning of serious decisions, Erma was presented with yet another one -- to milk his dick in her mouth or use it to satisfy the craving in her crotch.
She recalled that his final orgasm of the night had been in her head and figured, therefore, that it was her pussy's turn for a steaming load.
She gave his formidable cock a final lingering slurp, then drew her lips away. The big mob popped from her mouth like a cork from a bottle, and she saw that he was so hot that his dick meat was steaming.
She knelt and threw one knee across his lips, straddling his loins. Holding his cock by he hilt, she fitted the tip into her swollen cunt and began to squirm down onto it until it was buried to the very root. For her cunt had no such limitations as her mouth and she had never yet encountered the dick that she could tot manage to encompass to the fullest.
She began to ride up and down on his shaft. Her pussy clutched and gripped him. Like her daughter, Erma was blessed by a cunt that could probably mold itself around any size or shape of prick. She rose up anti down his cock with slow strokes, her lush thighs tensing and relaxing as they lifted and lowered her pussy over his prick.
Angling her pelvis so that his fat shaft ran over her clitoris as she rode it, she began to work towards an orgasm. Her face was contorted by passion and her lips were working just as if they were clamped around a cock.
As nice as it was to be fucking, she wished that she also had a dick upon which to suck. She thought that maybe she should have picked up two men the night before, so she could have taken cock at both ends -- or even, three, for Erma's asshole was no stranger to the penetration of pecker.
It was too late to think about, that now, and besides, Gribble might have been jealous. That was something about which she would have to sound him out in a delicate way whether he minded sharing her with another man once in a while.
She began to fantasize.
Holding her fingers bunched together so that they formed a tube roughly the same circumference as a cock, Erma began to fuck them into her mouth, sucking greedily on them. But fingers didn't taste as good as cock and it was a feeble substitute. She reached down and dipped her hand into her crotch, alongside dribble's cock. Then she brought them back to her face. With cunt juice on her hand it was a bit better, and the oversexed divorcee sucked on her digits and thrilled to the savory taste of her own pussy. As soon as she had sucked her hand clean, she dipped it once more into her crotch, repeating the process.
Then her eyes alighted on her dildo, which was in its usual handy position on the nightstand beside the bed. Her eyes gleamed with depraved joy.
Stretching out, her big tits bobbling like ripe fruit, she grasped the big rubber dick by the root. She lifted her cunt off of Gribble's pecker and, kneeling over him with his temporarily neglected cock thundering away with great vitality, she slipped the dildo up her pussy and turned it about like a spoon in a bowl of cream. When she was certain that the whole fat tool was coated with tasty cunt juice; she pulled it out and slipped her soaking snatch back over Gribble's dick, working down all, the way on the throbbing spike.
Erma began to fuck her mouth with the cunt juice coated dildo, sucking merrily away and pretending it was a real cock, while she licked away on Gribble's real cock.
Her ass heaved and her lush hips rotated as she humped the sleeping man while she mouthed the rubber dong, slurping her own slippery pussy-nectar from the rod.
Reaching behind her mobile ass, she got a handful of his big balls, squeezing as if she intended to force the spunk from them by the pressure.
Erma, oversexed divorcee that she was, was almost ready to have an orgasm.
Gribble opened his eyes.
He stared up with a look of sleep-clouded incredulity at the woman who was riding him. He saw that she was feeling a disembodied dick into her eager face.
A look of horror surpassed that of incredulity as, for a terrible moment, he thought that she had severed his pecker while he slept and was on the point of devouring it. He stiffened in terror. He had been picked up by a cock-eating monster, a cock-cannibal, a phalli anthropophagus! Fleeting thoughts tumble through his mind. Could a prick be sewn on again, providing he could snatch it back from her in one piece? Had she bitten the head of yet?
But then the sensation in his own cock struck him and he realized with relief that he was still possessed of his manhood. He saw that the dick being gobbled was fashioned of rubber, and he sighed.
What a depraved woman!
But Gribble, not depraved himself, did not mind at all. He began to shift his hips, fucking vertically into her clutching cunt with lusty strokes.
Seeing that her lover had awakened, Erma plucked the rubber cock from her mouth, said, "Good morning," and then popped the false dick back in, sucking with gusto.
The sight of a woman sucking on a dick, even a rubber dick, was exciting to Gribble, and his cock swelled up inside her churning twat; his balls ballooned in her hand.
He groaned and shot his wad.
His geyser erupted with such force that her pelvis wobbled on the geyser, as if she had been astride Old Faithful, itself. His hot stream poured up into her womb and, feeling her cunt fill with spunk, the horny woman wailed and shuddered as her own orgasm flooded forth to mingle with his.
Cum and cunt juice poured from her hole, soaking his belly and balls as she ground away, working her climactic bliss off even as she milked his hot-cock to the dregs.
Gribble figured it was a nice way to be awakened. He hoped it was a pleasure that he could enjoy every morning.
Later, lying by her side, he played with her big tits and asked if she had made up her mind about whether he should move in with her.
"Okay," she said.
He was pleased. Thinking that it would please her, he said, "If it works out, we can get married."
Erma was thrilled by such a romantic sentiment. But then she had a terrible thought!
"I'm already married," she confessed.
"What? I thought you were divorced?"
"I am... but I got married again."
"Well, where's your husband, then?"
She blushed and looked sheepish. "I married my dildo," she said.
"That's not possible," he said, figuring that she was being devious.
But she said, "It is if you know a minister in one of those California cult, religions. I never would have done it if I'd known I was going to meet you, Boris. But I was lonely. So I gave this cult fella some head and he wed me to the rubber dick."
"Can't be legal."
"Maybe not..." she said.
But then Boris began to worry. He didn't how much about the law and less about cult religions.
"Maybe you better take legal advice," he suggested.
"Yeah. I can phone the guy that married me, first, and find out if it was legal. If it was, maybe I can get a divorce."
"Naw, you can't get a divorce from a dildo. I mean, there wouldn't be a correspondent. The dildo could divorce you because you fucked me, of course... but what sort of shyster lawyer would take on a rubber dong for a client?"
"Wait a minute!" Erma said, snapping her fingers. "I can divorce the rubber bastard. No trouble. It fucked my daughter."
Gribble's eyes rolled; he wondered what the fuck he had gotten into with this weird woman.
He said, "The thing is, whether you're married in the eyes of the law or in the eyes of the Lord. I mean, a cult religion must have a false deity... but still, even a false deity must have some dominion, you think?"
"I'd better check on it before we make any plans," she said.
She bitterly regretted her hasty marriage. I especially since Gribble's cock was a good two inches longer than her rubber one. She said, "In the mean while, we can live in sin."
Gribble found that the bizarre idea that his woman had wed a rubber dick had, excited him. His big cock was hard, once more, and demanding some attention.
"Let's sin some more, then," he suggested. "What a good idea," she agreed. She reached out for his pecker. "Errr... why don't you put your husband away before we start..." he said, not liking the idea of cuckolding a husband with such brazen impunity.
Erma was pleased that her new lover was a man of such delicate sensibilities. She put the dildo in the dresser drawer, on the principle of what it didn't know wouldn't hurt him. Then they proceeded to cuckold the hell out of the rubber dick.
Later, she telephoned the Temple of the Holy Wheel to ascertain the validity of her marriage.