you!' “It's true, though. How about some iced tea?'
'Thanks. I'd love it!'
Phyllis poured them two tall glasses, and, Jocelyn took the opportunity to admire the older woman's splendid figure. The half-bare ass cleft was pointed right at her for a few moments. It was gorgeous!
'Did you know my aunt?'
'No, honey. We only came after her death, about two months ago. The other apartment's been vacant the whole time.'
'I'm going to have to try and get tenants right away. Do you think it needs much work?'
'No, probably not. Brad knows a young couple looking for an apartment. Fellow from his office.'
'Oh, I wish he'd tell them about the apartment.'
'I'm sure he'd be glad to. Are you living alone?“ 'Yes,' Jocelyn murmured. 'My husband stayed in New York. We thought we'd go our separate ways for a while.'
She stayed with Phyllis for a few more minutes until they had finished the iced tea. Promising to call her if she needed anything, she left and finally got herself and her luggage inside her new home. She was so exhausted by this point, she could hardly appreciate the expensive furnishings. Thick-piled rugs, heavy drapes, beautiful, modem furniture-the place was a living dream! It looked more like a Hollywood palace apartment than anything else-and, all tucked into a relatively plain-looking house as seen from the outside.
Locking the front door, she took off her dress and inspected her new home in her bikini panties and bra. Standing in front of the mirror in the living room (which was the entire wall separating it from the master bedroom), she unhooked her bra, shrugged it off, and pulled her panties down her legs. Cunt-naked, she went into the bedroom. Wow! A huge, king-sized, beautiful bed! The room was ail mirrors and drapes and sexy statues and paintings of nudes! It was a room made for sex!
She threw her naked body onto the bed and caught her breath at the sight of her own naked beauty in the ceiling mirror over her. God! Would she jerk off a lot in this room! Slipping a hand into her cunt, she felt herself up. Mmmm! All slippery, still. How long since she had come? She was hot enough, after her long fast from sex, to rub it off again!
Chapter 5
During the next few days, Jocelyn busied herself getting accustomed to her new home, learning where things were located, stocking the kitchen with food and the bar with drink, and so forth. There was no doubt in the world she had inherited a wonderful place. Her aunt must have made a great deal of money in the business ventures that occupied her later years! Everything was expensive and in exquisite taste down to the last ash tray.
The building was oddly constructed. She, of course, occupied the center apartment which was much larger than the apartment on either side. The other two apartments had bedrooms and baths on the second floor. All three looked out upon the sun deck in the rear of the house.
One of her first major purchases was a secondhand VW, and each day her shopping trips took her further and further from home until she was quite familiar with most of that section of L.A. She soon discovered one particular street that disconcerted her greatly.
It was a street of erotic movie houses and book stores that sold girlie magazines and pornographic books as well as rubber pricks of all sizes and shapes and artificial cunts for horny men to fuck instead of jerking off all the time. The street gave Jocelyn a hard-on every time she drove through which, she thought, it would give anyone with even a slight interest in pornography!
And, she had far more than a slight interest! Even in junior high school, pornography had turned her on hard! After having read all of Uncle Victor's dirty books and rubbed herself off over every erotic photo in them, she had been twice as anxious to put her masturbating hands on every smudgy mimeographed manuscript circulating through school. Then, much later, when she married Robin (after she had spent ten years fucking everything that wore pants in high school, college, and office), he reintroduced her to the complementary pleasures of pornography and masturbation. She had ignored those forgotten pleasures all the time her large cunt was accommodating all the big pricks she could find!
She had found more than a few and had learned to tuck publicly at large parties with an exhibitionistic passion equaled only by the most randy girls available in New York. It was, in fact, at such an affair that Robin had fallen in love with her. He had jacked himself off watching her fuck her big-pricked date in the middle of the crowded room of naked guests, many of whom had frigged themselves off as hard as Robin.
It had caused a small sensation when she had married Robin. Her husband's prick was only Jive inches long when erected to its fullest measure! No one could understand how her pussy, which had taken every thick inch of the biggest pricks in New York thrust up her to the very balls, could squeeze so comfortably and tightly about the slim, small, hard penis of her husband. But, it was because of Robin and his lessons in unbridled lust that Jocelyn was drawn to that street as if she were magnetized.
Several times, she could not resist parking her VW and traversing the lewd boulevard on foot. Movie houses sported large posters showing naked men and women in passionate embraces and other exciting poses. Plenty of bare ass was displayed, both male and female, and the big tits of the girls were naked to the nipple! All sex organs were blacked out, of course, although Jocelyn could plainly see by the angle of the rectangles blacking out the men's pricks that most of them had hardon's!
Trembling with excitement, Jocelyn had entered a few of the book stores and inspected the racks of magazines with naked girls and men on the covers. The girls seemed very young and terribly pretty and cute as they stretched their cunts open with slender fingers to tempt the buyer, and, the pricks of the men (soft, but red and slimy from either fucking or jerking off right before the photos were taken) the hugest she had seen! Some of them just had to be fully ten inches long! The rubber pricks in the glass display cases tempted Jocelyn almost beyond endurance!
But, although she couldn't resist looking at these stores, she did resist buying. The reasons for her doing so were somewhat complicated.
During the several days that had passed since her arrival, she had refrained from masturbating after a rather.lengthy orgy under the ceiling mirror of the bedroom. Her resolution not to come off was wearing thin, however. That was becoming very clear each time she visited the erotic stores!
She discovered it was more effort to go without coming for three days than it had been for the three months she had abstained after leaving Robin! At one point, she had held a magazine of photos of masturbating men and boys and felt her panties moisten as she flipped the obscene pages, particularly at pictures of hard pricks and hairy balls dripping with come from jerking off.
She really had to laugh! Here she was, thirty four years old, and still as hot over a dirty photo as she had been at fourteen! After more than twenty years of fucking and frigging, one would think a girl could cool it a little! And, no doubt, many women did just that. Well, why couldn't she? Could she, if she tried hard enough?
She had come to California with all good intentions of turning a new leaf and becoming a good, little girl! Had her flip into sensuality upon arrival been merely a temporary setback, or was it the real Jocelyn?
She had no way of really knowing. How could one really know something like that? She missed Robin. Of that, she was sure! If he had been with her, he would have laughed and told her to go out and get fucked by the biggest pricked man she could find or, if she felt like it, to take off all her clothes right there and then and play with her beautiful, big pussy until she came off while he watched!.
Jocelyn sighed. She was feeling kind of lonely, now that she was basically settled in her new home. She had seen only Phyllis Palmer since she had arrived, and then, for only a few short conversations. Now, the Palmer's had gone on a two week vacation, and, she was alone in the building. Ah! If Robin were only here!
They could play one of their masturbation games! They had so many of them! Hmmmm! Which one would she choose? Oh, yes, that one! The one where she got naked and lay on the floor and stroked her cunt softly and slowly and silently for several minutes-making sure she didn't get herself so hot she couldn't resist creaming off. Meanwhile, Robin's role was to sit in a chair fully dressed and to pretend to ignore her. The chair would be faced somewhat away from her, and, he would be reading a book or magazine. The rule was he could not touch his
