Rita Sondale: Sorority house Mother

"Nothin'," said Beth. "Nothin' m'darlin'."

Gloria whispered. "Keep him occupied. I'll go get the dildoes and heat them up, okay?"

"Good," Beth smiled.

"I'll get some of my expensive body oil, too, okay?"

"Good," Beth smiled.

Gloria hugged her close. She slid one finger up inside Beth's flowing cunt. "Darling," she breathed into her ear, "do you want to toss to see who gets to fuck him up the ass first?"

Beth hugged and kissed her passionately.

"No," she smiled. ^You must go first. I'm such an amateur at ass fucking," she winked referring to the stories Gloria had told her about fucking her own ass with the precious dildoes…

In the bathroom where Gloria James kept her precious dildoes in a teakwood box lined with velvet that locked with a tiny golden key, she took out three dildoes.

One was a double-barreled device, very supple with two different lengths and two different sized knobs on either end. It had been made in Japan and according to the man in a New York hotel on one of her weekends there from whom she'd bought it, this perfectly molded artificial priapis had seen action for many years.

The man claimed it had been made for two daughters of an aristocratic Japanese family who shared sumptuous quarters in an exclusive girls' boarding school on an isolated island where no men were ever permitted. It had been given to them, of all people, by their mother, who the man in the New York hotel said had also attended this very special school for young girls who were intended to marry into royal families.

The second dildoe was kind of pedestrian. What might be called a working girl's dildoe. It was about six inches in length, a girth pretty much normal and well used. It wasn't Gloria James' favorite, but if someone wanted to buy it, it wasn't for sale. This was the one she used up her ass.

The third dildoe was a beauty. It was a beauty. All of seven inches long with a girth of about two inches in ever-graduating width as it swelled into the tip, a knob very carefully molded with an "eye" in it that could take any pointed erect clitoris for restricted masturbational purposes. That is, one could insert a girl's erect clitoris into the hole in the "eye" and jerk it off at whatever speed he or she wished. This was a unique feature of this dildoe just as its ruggedness, the ridges of the artificial veins were also unique.

Gloria loved to fuck herself with this dildoe. When it was heated up it stayed heated up and it had a tendency to absorb and retain body heat like no other dildoe Gloria had used; and she had owned and used many.

Filling the bathtub with hot water, she dumped in a cupful of bath salts, tiny colored balls as pretty as candy sour balls. All were the same flavor, so to speak. They dissolved quickly and when she brushed her naked arm through the still water, it suddenly turned frothy as the agitated water acted on a chemical component in the soap balls. In moments the bathtub was churning up an bubbling like a thermal hot springs in Utah.

Gently, she put the three dildoes into the tub. She climbed in after them. She lowered her lovely body into the soft, silky water. She lay back in utter luxury, feeling one of the dildoes swimming between her parted thighs.

For some while Gloria soaked in the tub. finally she climbed out. Turning on the "hot" fan, she dried her body with hot air only, not using any towel. This way the wonderful perfume from the specially made "sour balls" clung to her skin like a second skin. When her body temperature was normal, the aroma, the fragrance from the sour balls was heavenly. But when her body heated up a bit in sex, the intensiveness of the fragrance increased at least ten fold and if she were standing in a breeze out on College Avenue, she once imagined, and the breeze caressed her naked body when it was dripping with sex from fucking herself with the dildoes, people downtown, about a mile away could have smelled how deliciously perfumed her lovely body was.

Satisfied the three dildoes were heated up sufficiently to retain their heat, she finished them out of the sudsy water.

Not drying them, she wrapped them into soft towel made of lemon yellow cashmere. She used this material, a gift from the shop where she purchased all her expensive sweaters, for only this purpose.

To Gloria James, the care and handling of her precious dildoes was a ritual for which she had a kind of religious reverence. Often she thought of it the way some church-going people think of their "communion," that is, the chalice being covered with a white cloth that is considered sacred; this chalice being kept in a special place, locked up just as she kept her wonderful dildoes locked up.

Of course, Gloria James wasn't the type to actually say prayers over her dildoes but from time to time, she was amused to find herself talking to one or the other. Especially when one or the other was doing its happy work up inside her hot cunt or inside her feverish asshole; or when she'd be sucking on one the way a child sucks it thumb.

Opening the bathroom door a crack, she peeped into her room. Jeffrey was still on his belly, his manly thighs spread apart, his head on one side. Gloria could see his hairy balls and just the base of his thick prick.

Beth was sitting down at the foot of the bed. She was speaking softly to her brother. She was also fondling his feet, playing with his bare toes.

One of her knees was raised up and she was balancing one foot on the edge of Gloria's bed. From her position in the bathroom, Gloria had a marvelous, a perfectly sexy view of Beth's inner pussy lips. They were protruding and had opened like some wild flower in the woods. How pretty her cunt was from this position, her pussy hair so light and shiny; but it was the sight of her pink cunt lips and the slightly darker hair around her anus that was also visible, that fascinated the older female's eyes.

God, she said to herself, half aloud, "I'm in love with that girl and her cunt!"

Carrying the cashmere towel, she entered the bedroom.

By now, the bottle of wine had been emptied. Both Beth's and her handsome brother's glasses were empty. From the kitchen, after putting down the cashmere towel containing the dildoes on the bed table. Gloria returned with yet another bottle. She opened this, poured fresh drinks.

From her bureau, she came over to the bed. She was carrying a small glass bottle of a most unusual shape. This contained a very special, very expensive body oil she had bought in the Orient when she'd visited there courtesy of the U.S. Navy several years earlier when she'd been on a special round-the-world flight studying different atmospheric conditions suitable for efficient area-aerial photography which was her specialty during the years she served in the armed forces.

One drop of this fabulous oil spread over the skin lubricated it as much as a dozen drops of any other so-called body oil. Gloria was positive that but one drop placed neatly into Jeffrey's cute little asshole would do the job and his asshole would be so perfectly lubricated she could probably slide her clenched fist up inside it with ease.

Gloria winked at Beth. Beth smiled back. Gloria formed the words with her lips. At the same time, because soft orchestral music was playing in the background from a cassette, Jeffrey couldn't possibly have head the words she whispered:

"Do you think he's ready to be fucked? Is he relaxed enough?"

Gloria well knew that any successful ass fucking had one rigid requirement; and that was that the asshole being entered had to be totally relaxed; otherwise, the union of the asshole and the instrument sliding up into it ran into a kind of muscular interference that often turned off the entire deal. If it didn't turn it off, it spoiled it! No question about that.