and cleaned it off, swallowing every drop and trace of come she could find!
Jocelyn, reveling in her secret pleasure room, rubbed her own sizzling, hot pussy into a perfect fit of sexual ecstasy as she shared each erotic second of the pornographic scene unconsciously staged for her benefit by the sexy, young couple.
Chapter 9
During the weeks that followed the Livingston’s' arrival, Jocelyn found herself each evening in a state of almost continual sexual excitement. She made no pretense with herself any more. The constant erotic stimuli which bombarded her from each side of her pleasure room, both couples fucking and sucking in their separate bedrooms often at the same time, made her come to grips with herself as being far too sex-loving to pretend any longer she could be a good girl. Robin had promised her she would not really be happy until she accepted herself as a beautiful but definitely dirty girl. She was hooked on sex, with a cunt burning to come, capable of getting and giving pleasures of a high order of sensual intensity, provided she surrendered her pretensions and fully accepted the pursuit of eroticism, embracing all the forms of sophisticated sex available, and allowing herself every perversion that seemed attractive.
Well, the moment of truth had come and gone, apparently, for she no longer had recriminations for her bluntly salacious and increasingly autoerotic life style. Each evening, around nine o'clock, she took off her clothes and stayed naked from then on until morning. As soon as she heard either the Palmers or the Livingston’s going upstairs to bed, she went up to her pleasure room to watch, legs spread and ready to masturbate any time she felt like it, which was most of the time.
Thus coming to grips with herself in more ways than one, Jocelyn shared vicariously in fuck after fuck. She frigged and frigged, and, sometimes, her cunt felt sore the next morning from all the rubbing she gave it!
One evening, Jocelyn received a surprise. Both husbands being away on business trips (she had learned that the previous night), the two wives had gone to the movies. Jocelyn heard them return and enter the Palmer apartment.
Jocelyn went to her pleasure room and turned the audio in apartment A to its highest volume to see if she could pick up any of the girls conversation from the living room below.
Switching on the light (the bedrooms on either side being dark), she hoisted up her skirt and pulled off her panties. Might as well have a little fun that way since the women's voices were too muffled to understand what they were saying. Slipping her fingers in her pussy, she gently teased herself. She was just reaching a point where it began to feel very nice when she heard Phyllis and Amanda coming up to the bedroom. Their voices blaring loud, she had to turn the audio down quickly,
'I just had to change into something more comfortable,'' Phyllis was saying, eyeing the nineteen-year-old warmly and closely.
Amanda sat demurely on the edge of the bed as if oblivious of the fact her micro skirt was up around her hips and her only covering the briefest of bikini panties, While Phyllis was disrobing, Amanda lowered her eyes shyly. But, Jocelyn could plainly see the girl was stealing looks at the older woman in the mirror, and admiring her superb body with shiny eyes.
'Oh, you have the same huge mirror we have!'' Amanda exclaimed, when Phyllis had caught her watching her in the mirror,
'What? Oh, yes, dear, Brad calls it our sex mirror.'
'Oh, I know! Isn't it awful the way it's placed!'
'Not awful, honey!' laughed Phyllis. “Great! I don't know about you and Kit, but, at least if you've been married as long as Brad and I have, seeing everything you do with each other in a mirror can be pretty stimulating! Know what I mean?' “Well, eh-well… '
'C’mon, Amanda, honey! Are you telling me you haven't sneaked a look when you and Kit are at it in bed? Unless, of course, you don't leave the lights on.'
'Oh, Phyllis!' giggled Amanda. “Well, yes! I have watched a little, I admit it.'
'And, found it just a little bit exciting to see yourself all naked and watching Kit do you?'
'Well, yes, I guess so,' sighed Amanda, with unconvincing reluctance. 'Oh, hell, why should I lie to you! The truth is I fought it at first, but Kit was always telling me how much fun it was to watch while he made love to me, He kept urging me to let myself feel excited at the sight of my own nakedness as well as his!'
'Sounds like Kit is a little on the dirty side for such a young husband,'
'Oh, no! Not… '
'I didn't mean that in a bad sense, honey!' laughed Phyllis, 'Just the opposite! All girls secretly want to marry a dirty man who’ll make them do everything they've heard of doing or that they've been taught are just too disgusting for nice girls to do.'
At this point, Jocelyn noticed with pleasure, Phyllis had not yet put on anything. The 42-year-old wife was standing by the bureau clad only in her panties. She was scratching her back with one hand, a posture which accentuated her big breasts. Amanda was starting to be a little bolder.
'Oh, Phyllis, I knew you had large breasts, but, I didn't know they were that big! They make mine look like oranges!'
'That's not the way I hear it,'' smiled Phyllis. 'Kit tells Brad they're like extra-sized grapefruits and perfectly shaped!'
The girl, for a moment, looked angry, and, Jocelyn sensed the young bride resented her husband having talked about her like that. But, then, she appeared to steel herself to the inevitable. Smiling sweetly, Amanda lay back on the bed in a most fetching pose, with her anus behind her head and one knee drawn up. The girl's feet were bare, and, so were her legs and thighs.
Phyllis leaned nonchalantly back against the bureau, her lovely, mature, big-breasted figure nude except for her panties. Her position was deliberately sexy, Jocelyn knew! “Well, maybe small grapefruit,' Amanda murmured. 'But, yours are like melons, Phyllis! And, the rest of your body! Wow! I mean, I've never seen anything like your figure except on a stage!'
'Well, I used to be on one. I was a stripper when Brad met me. He took one look at my bumps and grinds and practically raped me on my first date. I had never been with such a strong man before, and-well, I got what I wanted.'
'Brad sure looks strong!'
'He's quite a man, honey. I mean, he's quite a man, if you know what I'm referring to!' “Uh-you mean-'
'Of course, honey! I mean between the legs! What he's got there is about the biggest ever! Before we were married, I had hacked around a bit, and, I'd been to parties where a girl could find herself in bed with two or three fellows she'd never met before-things like that. But, I never had a man with one like Brad's got!' “Whew!' Amanda breathed. 'It must be something!'
'I don't know about Kit, but, I bet you'd jump out of your clothes if you saw Brad naked with a hard-on!'
'How-how big is it?' Amanda asked weakly as Phyllis rummaged inside a drawer of the bureau for something.
'What?' asked Phyllis.
'Brad's-eh, well, his-eh, his pr-prick.'
'You mean, when it's hard?'
'Uh, yes.'
Phyllis stood up smiling broadly. 'Over ten inches!'
'Ye gods, Phyllis I You've got to be joking!'
'Perfectly serious, honey. I mean it.'
'Then, well, how thick is it?'
'Like that!' Phyllis used both her hands to demonstrate a huge ring between two and three inches in diameter.
The young girl moaned to show her admiring delight of an organ of such dimension. Phyllis now sat down on the bed beside Amanda and lightly placed her hand on the girl's shoulder.
