Chapter 16
Marcia heard nothing from Michelle during the weeks that followed and, quite honestly, didn't lose much sleep thinking about the whole business. In retrospect, it all seemed a bit surreal. She thought of contacting Lana, but didn't because she couldn't trust her. She knew how ambitious she was for her husband's preferment in the church, and now she knew that she lusted after Connor too.
Finally, it was time for Connor to head west for the conference in the LA area. Marcia had lost no time arranging another meeting with Vesna, and found herself in the familiar environs of her flat (and more especially her bedroom) the day after her husband had waved her goodbye.
Vesna was wearing loose fitting sweatpants and a T-shirt through which her nipples already showed prominently. Marcia was soon naked on the bed with Vesna between her legs eating her out in her special way. It certainly beat Lana's rather anemic performance, that was for sure.
Marcia soon achieved orgasm under the Croat's skilled and passionate approach, but was surprised that the Croat girl had not removed her clothing. All that changed when Marcia was lying there in a state of post-coital bliss. Vesna pulled off first her T-shirt and then with considerably more difficulty her pants. As the pants were eased off, Marcia saw the cause of the problem: she was wielding what looked to the inexperienced housewife to be a giant cock.
"You don't intend to use that on me?" she asked, reckoning it must be a couple of inches at least longer than Connor's as well as being considerably thicker.
"This is the surprise I told you about last time," said Vesna. "I promise you that will love it."
"Is that the only one you have?" queried Marcia. "It looks awfully big."
"I
do
have others," said Vesna, "but they are bigger than this one."
"My God!" thought Marcia. "How many of these things does this girl have?"
"Look," she said to Vesna, placing her arm on the girl's shoulder. "I really appreciate the thought but I don't think I'd be able to, well you know, accommodate it."
"Why don't we try an inch or two, and if you don't like it you just tell me and we'll stop."
What Vesna didn't add was that all the American women (married as well as unmarried) that she had made love to couldn't get enough of her dildo-wielding skills. Many had started on the small one before graduating to the medium and finally the large models.
"Well, okay," said Marcia, eying the phallus as if it was a dangerous animal.
"The first time I recommend you take it doggie style. I will apply plenty of lubrication so it will enter you very comfortably."
Marcia couldn't quite believe that but made no objection to Vesna having a go. If it didn't work out, as Marcia was certain it wouldn't, then no harm would have been done. It certainly felt nice when Vesna's strong but gentle fingers began to spread lube on her labia and then, easing her lips apart, inside her vagina. She then applied plenty to the silicone tube until the liquid was dripping onto the bedsheets.
Placing her hands on Marcia's ass cheeks, she pushed the fake cock inside Marcia's pussy. In one easy movement it had gone almost the whole way in. Marcia, almost bursting with desire, had no idea that this was the case and told Vesna she could push it in a little further. Vesna obliged and then began pumping the older woman rhythmically. The effect on her was instantaneous.
"Oh my God! Don't stop! Fuck me harder!"
Vesna increased the rate at which she was driving the phallus into the soccer mom. She was working so hard that the sweat was running down from her forehead down her nose and even into her eyes. This woman was taking to it like a duck to water, she thought. Before long, she would be demanding the medium one at least - probably the giant too!
"For fuck's sake, Vesna, is that the best you can do?"
