Blake Garfield
Hung, strung housewife
CHAPTER ONE
"Well what the fuck have we got here?" Jack asked, pulling a long, shiny metal vibrator from the drawer and holding it up in front of Rachel. "You got a special surprise hidden in everything you're selling or you just forget to clean this little treasure out?"
"Give me that back!" Rachel gasped, reaching for the sleek silver vibrator. Jack pulled it easily out of her grasp. "That's not for sale and it doesn't belong to you! Give it back this instant!"
Rachel glanced about the yard nervously, but thankfully no one else was around. Her big yard was filled with clothes and furniture and boxes of tools and kitchen utensils, but for the moment it was empty of people. Rachel breathed a sigh of relief. The yard sale had been a huge success so far, but she could never have stood her friends and neighbors discovering that she kept a vibrator to take care of herself after Bob, her husband, had done his sexy seconds of fucking, filled her up with his nasty spunk and rolled over to go to sleep.
"Mrs. Welch, I never thought you were a swinger." Jack flicked on the vibrator and held it next to his ear, listening to its quiet humming. "Even sounds sexy, doesn't it? I bet you get off real good with this baby."
"Jack, you give that back tome right now!" Rachel couldn't believe what she was hearing. Jack Martin had always been one of the nicest boys in the neighborhood, so tall and blonde and good-looking that all the girls and half the married woman got hot and wet every time he walked by. "Do you want me telling your parents the vile things you're saying? Or my husband? Those are used to massage tired muscles. Nothing-nothing nasty!"
"Nothing nasty," Jack whispered, edging closer to Rachel. He ran the tip of the vibrator up her forearm and the woman jerked back with a gasp. "I think I know what you massage with this baby, Mrs. Welch. I can smell your sweet cunt on it. And I don't think you'll tell anyone about the vile shit I'm saying to you. My parents would get a real kick hearing about the sexy bitch down the road who uses a vibrator to get off. And I'll bet your hubby doesn't know a fucking thing about this beauty."
Rachel was terribly confused. She backed away from the boy until her shapely ass hit a big easy chair. Then she just stared, wide-eyed, at his approach. The vibrator had been the only thing that had ever brought her to a climax. Her husband was the only man she had ever fucked, and he had never been able to make her cum. Just the sight of the vibrator excited her, the knowledge of what its hard thrusts and maddening rub could do inside her pussy. Seeing the handsome blonde teenager holding it like a knife and walking toward her made Rachel burn with humiliation, but it also made her shiver with excitement.
Jack watched her chest heave and her nostrils flare and he knew he had her. Jack had watched Rachel all the time he was growing up. He tried to catch a glimpse of her in a bikini or tight sweater every day, and he beat off thinking about her every night.
"Now give it to me," Rachel said weakly, reaching out for the vibrator as Jack stepped right in front of her.
"Yeah, I'll give it to you," Jack said, and ran the tip of the vibrator across her beautiful face. "I'll give you this vibrator and a lot fucking more to boot."