Chapter 10

Connie couldn’t put her finger on it, but Alice was treating her differently than she usually did. From the moment the girl arrived home from school and all through dinner, the pretty redhead kept smiling at the student and making sexual references. Up until they finished with their dessert, Alice hadn’t said anything overt, but the gist of her comments had just enough of an erotic undertone to put the teenager on the alert.

When Brian suggested he was going to shower and change into his pajamas, Alice had quipped, “Be sure to get your goodies all nice and clean. Maybe Connie would like to soap up your privates. Sometimes a man’s peter needs that woman’s touch.”

The handsome male shot his wife a puzzled scowl; glanced at their teenaged boarder who just shrugged her shoulders and lowered her gaze, then marched upstairs. Seconds later the pair of females heard the shower come on while they cleared the table.

“Can’t you just imagine how Brian looks, all gleaming wet and naked with his big dick swinging over his low-slung balls?” Alice jibbed. “He’s got a beautiful large cock, you know.”

Connie turned three shades of red, and it was all she could do to keep from dropping the plates she was carrying from the dining room to the kitchen. She had never heard Alice talk like that before.

Seeing the girl’s mounting discomfort, Alice followed her to the sink with the rest of their dinner implements. “You should see his peter when it pumps full of blood. The knob swells so large I can barely get it in my mouth. It feels so hot and good when he’s got the full length snugged into my cunt—especially when Brian fucks me doggie style. Do you like to fuck doggie style, Connie?”

Keeping her eyes lowered to the floor, Connie shook her head. She didn’t understand what had gotten into her hostess, but all of this sex talk about Alice’s husband was not only embarrassing the nineteen-year-old—it was turning her on as well. She could feel the crotch of her panties saturating with the overflow of her sticky lube. Her sex juices were flowing like a small waterfall. She only hoped that Alice would hurry up and leave for the lodge as she had announced she was going to do when they sat down to dinner. “I don’t know,” she muttered.

“Before you came to live with us, Brian and I used to fuck doggie style on the stairs all of the time. Or he’d lie on his back on the steps and I’d sit on his face. Then I’d lean down and gobble up his prick while he ate out my box. I love sixty-nining with Brian. He’s the best cunt lapper in town.”

Somehow Connie managed to help get the dishes into the dishwasher and retire to the living room before Brian came down dressed in just the bottoms of his black pajamas. Much to the girl’s dismay, Alice kept up a flow of expletives boasting of her husband’s sexual equipment and abilities all through their clearing of the table. By the time Brian waltzed into the room and sat down on the chair opposite the couch where Connie had perched herself, the teenager was so hot all she could do was leer at the gapping fly of the man’s silk garment.

“Doesn’t he look sexy like that?” Alice purred as she entered the room. “There he sits all bare-chested and macho, with nothing on but those flimsy pajama bottoms. Why, I can see his peter through the opening in front. He might as well be sitting there buck naked. It’s enough to make your pussy drool, isn’t it, Connie?”

Connie gulped. She flashed a questioning expression at Alice, and then at Brian. The twenty-five-year-old mate did look good enough to eat, but the teenager couldn’t believe that his wife was making such a point of it. Alice’s lusty remarks only served to inflame the young girl’s vagina all the more.