Sammi nodded, eyes aglitter with lust. Cathy was a mean fuck, with that eight-inch plastic prick jutting from her red-furred crotch. She fucked like a man. Sammi had gasped the first time Cathy strapped the plastic cock onto her body.

She had started to come almost as soon as Cathy slipped the big solid knob into her cunt.

"Okay," Sammi said, cupping her tits in a teasing manner to her lover, "but when you're finished, I'm gonna strap it on myself and show you just what he does to me. You may decide to switch to men."

"Same fuckin' chance!" Cathy laughed. "Ooohhh, I hope you're wet and ready. Big Dave, the dildo and I are gonna split your cunt."

"Promises, promises," Sammi taunted, steal big a peek at the clock. It was almost ten-thirty. Soon she'd have to go home and try to make some sense of her life, but there was still time.

Samantha leaned back, spreading her long, black-stockinged legs, fingers peeling wide the flaps of her dripping pussy.

"All aboard!" She winked, as Cathy approached the bed, with eight inches of stiff plastic prick.

CHAPTER FOUR

Maria sat up in panic on the bed. She hadn't turned the covers down before stretching out on it. Her clothes were piled on the floor where she'd stripped out of them. If she took off her knee socks, the only thing she wore, she could drape them across her nude body as concealment's. Instead, she did the next best thing, throwing one slim arm across her trembling tits, using the other hand to cover the matted wetness of her pubic hair.

"Uncle Steve! Oh, this is terrible… I… I…"

She huddled, dreadfully embarrassed, though it did occur to her that the attempts at covert up were of relatively little use. Her uncle must have seen everything, before she had become aware of his presence.

Steven was wearing a blue robe, reaching to the knees of his bare legs.

"I didn't see anything terrible, Maria." He approached the girl's bed. He stooped and picked up her sweater and skirt. "Would you feel more comfortable with these, maybe?"