other's legs, I think she has sufficient knowledge to know what we're up to.”
“And that she wants some, too, and now has the means to cash in on it?”
“I think so-I'm afraid so. But I can't, Stella-my own daughter! Do you think she'll want to-to…” I couldn't finish the sentence.
“Go the whole hog? I don't know, Rita-it depends on the extent of her knowledge in those matters. I'm afraid she'll probably want to touch-even if it's just natural instinct.”
“I've explained how babies are made-roughly; I was very careful to point out that the man and woman were married first. She knows nothing about what two women might do together, as far as I know.”
“Well, there you are-as far as you know! I think you ought to be prepared for the worst and decide beforehand what you're going to do if it comes to it. What would you do? You wouldn't go through with it, would you?”
“You mean let her…?” I shivered. “No-that's out! If only we could get over this week, it may have faded in her mind by the time she comes home for the next holidays-or I could at least have thought up something fairly plausible in the meantime.”
“What about the morning-I take it you'll let her have her cuddle?”
“Yes-I promised. If she tries to go any further than she did tonight, though, I shall have to stop it.”
“Tell you what-I'll give you, say, ten minutes.” She thought for a moment. “Yes-I'll get up with you and make some tea and that'll give me an excuse to break it up. Now, forget all about it for tonight and come over here.”
I went over and stood beside the bed, stripped off the negligee and drew a whistle from Stella as she looked at my breasts.
“Those sexy nipples of yours give you away every time! Open your legs.” I obeyed and she reached out to feel between them. “There, too-all lovely and wet!” She leaned up on one elbow and the clothes slipped down to her waist.
“Talk about my nipples being sexy-have you looked at your own lately?” They were as erect as mine.
“'Well, as a matter of fact, I've been rubbing them while I was waiting for you. It's just as well you're all nice and sexy, because tonight, you're in for it!”
“Oh? What are you going to do to me this time? Whip me?”
“No-but I'll keep it in mind!”
“You wouldn't beat me, would you?”
“Oh, I don't know.” Stella gave me a long, calculating look. “I wonder how you'd take it?”
“You used to have your bottom smacked by Rose how did you take it?”
“Sometimes with the stiff upper lip, sometimes noisily — like when I went back to her flat half-cut! I smacked her a few times, too-so I know how to do it!”
“How did she take it?”
“Always stoically, our Rose; always stoically! But then, when she was smacked, it was always by mutual agreement-and for love! But we're getting away from the subject.”
“Oh, yes-I'm 'in for it'! I'm not going to be whipped — so what is it?”
“This!!!” And without any further preliminaries, she threw back the bedclothes.
“Stella!” I almost screamed.
She reclined back on her elbows and there, jutting straight up from the base of her belly, was a huge, flesh- coloured dildo!
“Was-was that what was in the parcel?”
“That's right. Rose sent it before she left for Paris.”
“So that's why you were so secretive about it-and the telegram!”
“Yes-and now you can guess what I went back and whispered to her about before we left her flat. The only thing I was afraid of was that it wouldn't arrive before the week-end. I'll show you her wire, now.”
Stella got off the bed and went for her handbag. I watched with more than a little trepidation, the ponderous sway of the dildo as she walked; it looked a formidable weapon!
“Here we are.” She came back and handed me the yellow envelope.
I took out the message form:
ARRIVED SAFELY STOP DESPATCHED FRED BEFORE LEAVING STOP HOPE HE ARRIVES IN TIME STOP FEED HIM THE USUAL WITH WARM MILK STOP BEST OF LUCK TO RITA STOP REGARDS ROSE.
I put the wire down and knelt to inspect “Fred.” Stella had it strapped tightly to her-one strap going round her hips and across her buttocks, meeting in the middle to hold another one which dipped into the cleft of her behind and passed down between her thighs. Two more straps went round the top of each thigh, all of them connected to a thick rubber base that fitted snugly over her mount. The actual shaft itself thrust out from this base and just below where it joined, dangling between Stella's thighs was a rubber bulb about the size and thickness of the bulb on my douche.
The “penis” was an exact replica of the real thing, even to the blue veins that bulge on a man's when in full erection. Gingerly, I felt at it; closed my hand round it; rubbed it up and down and found that it was of very hard rubber, but with a “skin” of softer rubber covering it. This stretched from the base to the edge of the knob, giving the impression of the skin having been peeled back from the big, purplish head. The whole thing was very life-like, in fact — slightly larger and somewhat harder than life!
“Well?” What do you think?” Stella stood obligingly while I inspected her “super-structure.”
“Gosh! I don't quite know. It's beautifully made but it's so big!”
“Think you'll be able to take it?”
“I–I've only ever had Phil's, and it's much larger than his.”
“You've had a baby, though — that stretches the channel quite a bit, doesn't it?”
“Yes, but it mostly goes back to normal afterwards; even Phil's isn't loose in me.” I looked down at “Fred” again and took him in my hand; Stella moved her hips back and forth.
“How do you like wanking me, darling?”
“How does it feel?” I laughed.
“Great! I'll come in a minute if you're not careful!”
“Does he go all slack and shrivel up, then?”
“That's one thing he has over a man-he's always ready for more!”
“I presume the warm milk is for this?” I pointed to the bulb.
Stella put a hand between her thighs and gave the empty bulb a squeeze.
“They're my balls, darling, and, like a man, they have spunk! You like the feel of your husband's going in, don't you?”
“Hm, yes, I suppose I do-especially when I'm having an orgasm myself at the same time, it seems to prolong it.”
Stella strutted about the room, the dildo swaying heavily from her loins. I watched her for a while, imagining what it might feel like to have it up me. The thought was exciting, if a little frightening.
“You'd better go and warm some milk, Rita-I'd hate to bump into Jane wearing this thing and I don't want to have to take the whole thing off again.”
“You're determined to do me with it, then?”
“Don't you want me to, darling?”
I looked at the incongruity of the big dildo jutting out from her pelvis, then up at the glorious breasts above. Suddenly, I had a lust for her to take me with it, whether she hurt me or not.
“How much milk should I heat?” I said quietly and saw her smile as I put on the negligee again.
“About a half-cupful will do. Don't boil it, of course, but make it fairly hot to allow for coolage.”
I went out to the kitchen and prepared the milk, finding a small jug with a spout on it.
When I got back to the bedroom, Stella had undone one of the straps about her thigh. She tested the temperature of the milk with a finger-tip and then pulled the rubber base out from her pube. There was the rounded head of a stopper at the back of the pad. She pulled this out and I carefully poured most of the milk into the hole. She put the stopper back and fastened the strap.
“There-that's my balls charged!” She gave the bulb a gentle squeeze and I jumped back out of range as a small jet of milk squirted out of the “eye” of the knob. “All ready for action! Here-feel.”
