But it had drawbacks. She wondered if a plastic fuck might not leave her more unsatisfied than before. She knew she could make herself come with a vibrator, easily enough – but the vibrator couldn't come! That was the frustrating thing.
Veronica loved all aspects of sex, but most of all she loved jism. She loved to feel a thick load of the hot stuff squirt up her cunt and she loved to suck jism out of a prick.
Without the thrill of an ejaculation, the vibrator lacked a certain charm. She had bought it on a whim – and because she wanted to see the way that the young male looked at her, when she placed it on the counter – and now she guessed she would be using it on a whim, as well, more to kill an hour or so than for anything else.
She went to fetch the plastic cock from the closet.
Veronica was wearing only a dressing gown. The semi-transparent silk glided around her hot curves as she moved and her stiff nipples were poking out in twin points. The feel of silk on her skin made her hot. Most things made Veronica hot. She was starting to feel a bit more excited about using the plastic prick on herself.
But then she heard a car drive up.
She looked out and saw that it was Linda's Cadillac.
Although Veronica had wanted to talk to Linda before, now she frowned, wishing the girl had come over an hour or so later, after she'd had a chance to vibrate her cunt to a foam. It was hard to hold a sociable conversation when a girl's cunt was burning.
Still, it could have been worse.
Suppose Linda had arrived just when Veronica was in the midst of fucking herself, just starting to cream?
That would have been a tragedy.
The redheaded sexpot left the unused, virginal vibrator in the closet and opened the door as Linda got out of the car. They smiled and waved at each other. Linda came towards the verandah, her ripe, lithe hips swinging in those ultra-tight jeans and her big tits sliding around in the fashionably faded shirt and her tiny waist cinched in by a wide leather belt. Her curly blonde hair whipped out under her Stetson. Veronica, who seldom wore fashionable cowgirl clothing, herself, found that she was admiring her friend's sexy appearance.
And then, to her own amazement, Veronica realized that she was also lusting for Linda's sexy body.
Like Linda, Veronica had never experienced lesbian love.
She never expected to.
Why, then, was her mouth watering?
CHAPTER THREE
The two leggy ladies sat on the patio, beside the swimming pool, sipping tall, cool drinks. A breeze stirred the surface of the water and moved a single cloud across the sky. Veronica's red hair caught glints of sunlight so that it seemed to smolder and her eyes were smoldering, too, as she read Hank Suchard's letter.
Linda sat back, smiling slightly as she watched her friend re-reading the part about the donkey show.
Veronica looked up, frowning slightly.
"How amazing," she said.
"I thought so, too. I would have expected to be disgusted by a thing like that – but I wasn't."
"What did you feel, Linda?" Veronica asked.
Linda blushed slightly.
"It made me kind of horny, to tell you the truth."
Veronica laughed, tossing her head so that her hair cascaded over her high cheekbones in tongues of fire.
"It is exciting," the redhead agreed. "But it must have made Hank and Billy horny, too – I wonder if those bastards are going to whore-houses or picking up women in bars?"
Linda shrugged. "Apparently they didn't screw the donkey girl, anyhow," she said. "What man could follow that act?"
"Have you ever thought about doing it with an animal?" Veronica asked, suddenly and directly.
"Gee – no. Not until I read Hank's letter, anyhow. I got to thinking about it then."
"I imagine it sometimes," said Veronica.
"Do you?" Linda said, interested.
"Ummmm. When I'm – you know? When I'm playing with myself. I get all sorts of fantasies then – including animals."
Unlike their Texan husbands, Linda and Veronica did not deny the fact that they sometimes practiced self-gratification.
Linda said: "I had to give myself a hand-job this morning, in fact, after I read about it."
Veronica giggled and said: "That's a coincidence – because I was just going to use a vibrator on my pussy when you showed up."
"Don't let me stop you," said Linda.
They both laughed – and then they stopped laughing and exchanged speculative looks.
Both girls were thinking the same thing. But both, as yet, were afraid to suggest it. Instead, Linda said: "What sort of animals?"
"What?" Veronica asked, her mind on something else.
"When you play with yourself and think about animals – what kind do you imagine?"
"Oh, different kinds," Veronica said. "Dogs, sometimes – big dogs. Great Danes and shepherds and Dobermans. I pretend that I'm letting a dog fuck me or…" she paused and looked wicked, "… or sometimes I make believe I'm giving a dog a blow-job."
"Ooooooh," Linda whispered. "That is naughty!"
"And sometimes I have wilder fantasies too," Veronica went on. "Like I might imagine that I'm being raped by a lion or a tiger, maybe – or gang-banged by a pack of wolves." In fact, Veronica had never imagined such things before, but her imagination was in full flight now. "Once I pretended that I was caught in a bear trap, in the forest – and a grizzly bear came along and fucked me. But those are impossible things, of course – not like, say, a dog. I mean, a gal could really fuck a dog – if she wanted to."
"Or, apparently, a donkey."
"Not me!" Veronica giggled. "It might feel wonderful to have a cuntful of donkey cock. But what man would satisfy a gal after her pussy had been stretched around a cock that big!"
Linda sipped at her drink and, regarding the redhead across the rim of her glass, with the ice tinkling, she said: "Would you ever really fuck a dog, Veronica?"
Veronica hesitated. She seemed to be actually considering it before she replied. Linda waited with interest.
"I'm so horny right now," Veronica said, "that I'd fuck just about anything. I don't know – I might let a dog fuck me, if it just sort of happened. I mean, it's not the sort of thing I'd plan, but if there was a big, horny dog around and I was in the mood… well, who knows? I am curious about what it would be like."
"I'm horny, too," Linda said.
"Oh? I thought you had a hand-job this morning."
"Yeah, I did. But a hand ain't a prick."
Veronica nodded her agreement.
"We've both been two weeks without any," she said.
The redhead leaned across the table and looked seriously at Linda. Linda held her breath. Was Veronica going to suggest that they go to bed together? Oh, she hoped so!
But Veronica was hesitating, uncertain.
She said: "I suppose we could go out to some honky-tonk and pick up a couple of men."
Linda was disappointed. "Well, we could. It would be fun to do it, in the same room, like we used to. But I'm not at all sure that I want to be unfaithful to my husband."
"Well, it was just a thought." They were both a bit nervous now, almost shy, despite being good friends who had shared lots of things together.
Veronica grinned and said, "That would be one advantage in fucking a dog – a gal could get fucked without committing adultery."
Linda giggled at the logic of that.
"Bestiality, yes – but adultery, no," Veronica added. "You can't cuckold a husband with an animal."
"Oh…" Linda began, then paused. She thought for a moment, then went on. "Maybe that's why you hear about lots of women – housewives – who fool around with each other."
"Lesbians, you mean?" Veronica asked.
"Oh, no!" Linda said quickly. "No, just normal women who fool around for the fun of it."
"Is there a difference?"