Ivan Cutdick - Sapphic Flames

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 prick, no matter how hard his small, five-inch staff got nor how much it ached, until she had fully climaxed and. the last tremor of her pleasure at coming had subsided. The effect upon her lascivious husband almost always was to increase his desire to jerk off threefold!

As her desire grew, she would begin to plead with him to look at her and watch what she was doing, but he would be cold and insulting and refuse to even look at her. Then…

Shit! The phone was ringing! Just as she was about to fuck herself thinking about the exciting game!

As Jocelyn answered the phone and made arrangements with her aunt's lawyer to sign necessary legal papers to finish up all the legal transactions about her new property, she was, in the back of her mind, thinking hotly about how wonderful it would feel to be frigging herself as soon as she got off the phone! Her desire grew so strong, as the discussion of legal procedures droned on and on, she could just barely concentrate enough to answer sensibly, and, toward the end, her voice began to tremble! Impatiently, she tore her blouse open and squeezed and fondled and pawed at her big tits one handedly with her bra still on as she talked to the dull lawyer. And the fire in her cunt burned hotter and hotter!

The conversation finally over, she put the receiver back and had peeled off her tight slacks and bikini panties within seconds! She couldn't wait to take off her blouse and bra! She had to have it now!

She lay on the floor right where she was. Grabbing the phone receiver she pushed it into her cunt, rubbing the muffled dial tone back and forth on her pussy flesh between the splayed open lips as she flicked lustfully at her hard clit with a beautifully feeling finger!

"Please, Robin!" she would plead softly. "Look at me, darling."

"Certainly not!" her husband would reply, turning a page of his book, and not even glancing at her.

"But, I'm having so much fun with myself, darling! Don't you want to watch me?"

"I wouldn't look at such a disgusting spectacle for a moment!" Robin would retort, turning another page with a dignified snort.

"But, it feels so gooooood! Don't you want your sexy, little wife to be happy?"

At this point, Robin would give her a cold, withering glance before returning immediately to his book. "You're obscene!"

"Mmmm! I like being obscene like this, darling! Oh, it feels so fucking nice! I'm almost coming!"

"It's perverted!" Robin would hiss.

"Oooo! I wish you were perverted, too! Mmmmm! It's good!"

Robin would put his book down and gaze at her thoughtfully.

“Hmmm, I suppose it must be, the way you're going at It. But-oh, what am I thinking about! Jocelyn! You must stop abusing yourself this minute!"

"Abusing or amusing?" she would murmur.

"You can't imagine how filthy and dirty masturbating is to me'" Robin would slam the book down again and stalk to where she lay and glare down at her.

"Why don't you stop all that talk, darling, and Jerk off?"

"I haven't jerked off since high school!" Robin would reply stuffily.

"Bullshit, darling'" she would smile, reaching up to pat the small bulge in his trousers. "See how your little prick is all hard and hot!"

"Well, I suppose seeing you rub yourself like that, eh, why, it does give rise to one's baser instincts."

"You mean, seeing me do it gets you hot and, suddenly, you're not disgusted but delighted?"

"Yes, yes! Jocelyn! Oh, Jocelyn! Rub yourself harder! Rub it hard! I love seeing you frig your cunt'“ "Oh, darling, thank you! Thank you for letting me fuck myself! Oh, watch me, darling! Watch me wank my pretty pussy" I'm coming!"

Robin, now on his hands and knees between her out-stretched legs, and remaining fully clad and not daring to even press his aching, turgid prick, would groan blissfully.

"Oh, Jocelyn, darling! Spread your pretty legs wide so I can see everything! Mmmm! My face is so close to your big, wet, beautiful Clint, I can smell it strongly! I can see your hot asshole! Put your finger up it!"

"Oh, yes! Oh, darling! Talk dirty to me until I come!"

Her husband would do just that, she would have a marvelous orgasm, and then, it would be Robin's turn to get naked.

Her small-pricked husband, aroused by that time to the heights of lust, would straddle her naked front, his knees nestled into her armpits.

"Want me to suck you off or do you want to jerk off?" she would tease playfully.

"Jerk off! I want to jerk myself off like you did!"

"But, it's dirty! I thought big, grown men like you never jerked off since high school!"

"Now, darling? Can I jack myself off as hard as I can? I want to so much! I want to! Now?"

"Okay, then, darling!" she murmured. "Grab that little prick and beat it off!"

With a cry of joy, Robin would grab his throbbing member in a tight, full-handed grip and work his hot fist up and down. He would masturbate hard and fast and he would groan in delight continually until he came.

"Does it feel good, darling?"

"Yes! Yes! It's only five inches long and an inch and a half thick, but it's a handful of pure joy when I frig off!"

"Jerk off, honey! Come! Come allover me!"

"Yes!" he would pant. "Yes! Tonight, go out and pick up a man with a big prick and after he gives you a good fucking, we'll both suck him off!"

"Oh, darling! You have the nicest ideas! I'll go to that special bar. How big a prick should he have?"

"Eight inches! Nine inches! Ten inches! As big a prick as you can get!"

"Oh, Robin, fuck yourself hard! We both like them big, don't we!"

"Yes, honey, we sure do! Oh, God! I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Robin would shoot his hot sperm all over her tits and face and she would almost come off again at the feel of that exciting liquid splattering upon her bare skin.

And now, alone in her new luxury Jocelyn Јrigged to a happy climax, her lust-enflamed mind swimming in lewd visions of what she and Robin had delighted in with the big-pricked stranger she had brought home later that night.