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When my husband walked out, taking our life savings with him, things were difficult financially. I got a poky one-bedroom flat in town and tried to re-build my life. I was intermittently depressed, lost some friends, and developed an irrational hatred of men. Trouble was, my sex drive didn’t diminish. I spent a lot of time just lying in bed with a couple of dildos. It stopped me thinking too much.

One Sunday afternoon in summer I was doing just that. I lay on my unmade bed, naked and sweaty, fucking myself with my 12-inch black dong, lifelike in every detail - if somewhat larger than life. I had had one loud, wet orgasm and was recovering before starting on the next one. Rain suddenly lashed against the window - a real summer cloudburst. I sighed with loneliness, and reached for the dildo again.

The doorbell rang, insistently. I wanted to ignore it but I’m psychologically incapable of doing so. Anyway, I thought, whoever it was would be getting soaked. It might even be someone I could talk to, instead of trying to sell me something.

I peeled myself off the sheets and dragged on a T shirt. Halfway down the steep stairs I realised that it was a bit shorter than necessary and barely covered my bum. Too late - the doorbell shrilled again. I peered through the spyhole and saw a young woman’s head with hair plastered over her face. I remembered that a friend’s daughter had said she might call round to borrow some of my art books.

Indeed it was she, Laura, a pretty 19-year-old who was doing a foundation course at the local college. I opened the door and she jumped inside.

‘Oh I’m so glad you’re in!’ she said. ‘It was sunny when I set off. I’m absolutely soaked!’

She was truly saturated - her thin dress was almost transparent, revealing brief pink bra and white panties underneath. I could see her starting to shiver.

‘Come on up, let’s get you dried off. You’ll catch your death.’ Oh no, I thought, I sound like my mother. I set off up the stairs, realising too late that Laura would have a perfect view of my naked bum and the engorged labia below it. I could feel wetness smearing down the inside of my thighs. Would she realise what it meant? Would the fact that this middle-aged woman was sexually aroused revolt her clean young mind?

If so, she didn’t say anything. We reached my living room (such as it is) and she just stood there, dripping.

‘Bathroom’s through there,’ I said. ‘Get your things off quick. There’s a dressing gown behind my bedroom door. I’ll put the kettle on.’

I heard the sounds of wet clothing being peeled off, then a sneeze, then silence as she dried herself. I got out cups and teapot. There was a little scream. I rushed to the bathroom, thinking she had slipped over or something. Instead Laura was standing in my bedroom door, naked apart from a towel around her hair. She was looking at the 12-inch black dildo lying on a big wet patch in a nest of crumpled sheets.

Time seemed to stop for a while. I was thinking what to say, without much success. Abstractly, I was also admiring the smooth curves of her slim young body, wishing mine was still as flawless.

She gave a little cough. ‘Um ... looks like I interrupted something,’ she said nervously.

‘Well ... it’s OK,’ I said, trying to sound casual. ‘I’d finished, really.’ Oh god, I’d just admitted that I’d had an orgasm.

‘I’ve got one like that,’ she said, half to herself. ‘Not as big, though. In fact, only about half the size. I’ve never seen one that big.’

I was close behind her and could smell the warmth of her body - it made my senses spin.

‘I wouldn’t have thought you needed one,’ I said. ‘An attractive girl like you. You must have blokes queuing up.’

‘I’m ... not really into blokes. At the moment.’ Her voice was small and she was still facing away from me, unable to tear her eyes away from the dildo which still glistened with my juices. ‘I mean, I haven’t ruled it out, but ... um ... you know.’

I slid past her so we could talk face to face. I observed that her pink nipples were puckered and hard - as indeed were mine, under the T shirt. She was blushing furiously.

‘I think I know what you mean,’ I said gently. ‘Tell you what, would you like to have a go with it?’ I indicated the dong. ‘You’re very welcome. Take your time.’

‘Oh no ... I ... I don’t think it would fit. I’m sure it wouldn’t fit. Although ...’

‘I’ll just go and make a pot of tea,’ I said diplomatically. ‘Sorry about the state of the bed. You know how it is.’

I closed the door softly and sat in the lounge, listening intently and squeezing my thighs together, feeling the hot juice starting to flow again. I imagined Laura lying on a dry part of the sheet, stroking the head of the dildo across her soft labia, getting the wetness spread over her entrance, easing the big fat head between her tight but elastic lips ... had she washed the dong first? Or was she using my own juices as extra lubrication? Or had she even covered it in saliva first, tasting my female essence excitedly? And then taking a deep breath, canting her hips and forcing the bulbous cylinder into her firm tunnel, maybe crying out softly as her muscles dilated wider than ever before, the lifelike veins on the plastic surface rasping across her tender membranes, stretching her inner labia like rubber bands, making her clitoris stand proud, aching to be touched and sucked ... The long shaft sliding tightly deep into her vagina, pressing up against her cervix, pushing her internal organs out of the way, massaging her G-spot ...

My hand was down between my thighs, rubbing my wetness. Faintly I heard a long-drawn-out sobbing cry - the unmistakable sound of a woman giving herself a solo orgasm. My own climax followed inevitably. Then, a few minutes later, another agonising moaning cry from the bedroom as her vaginal muscles clenched achingly once again around the hard shaft ...

A while later Laura appeared in the doorway, dressed disappointingly in my towelling robe, looking flushed and tousled. She walked unsteadily and her eyes were smoky and unfocussed. I smiled at her, realising belatedly that my T shirt was still hiked up to my waist.

‘Oh wow,’ she whispered. ‘That was ... awesome.’

I got up and put my arms around her - she was trembling slightly. She relaxed against me and I kissed her softly on the eyelids. She looked at me with misty eyes.

‘I ... I don’t know what to do now ...’

‘Sit down and have a cup of tea,’ I said, serving the said item and plonking myself opposite. I curled my legs under me, giving her a perfect view of my naked bum and crotch. I noticed that she had not tied the robe properly and it fell partly open, revealing one perfect breast and most of her thighs. The room hummed with sexual tension.

‘You must have been feeling very horny,’ I said gently.

‘Oh god, you can’t imagine ... I get so confused. I can’t think about anything else ...’

‘I know. It’s the same with me.’

‘Really? Do you ... you know, masturbate ... all the time? I mean, lots and lots?’

I nodded. ‘Mmm. When I wake up. In the shower. In my coffee breaks. When I get home. In bed ... lots.’

Laura drew her knees up and hugged them to her chest. Her pink, almost hairless, pussy lips projected from between her thighs. They looked swollen and wet.

‘Is it normal, do you think?’

I shrugged. ‘Who cares? It’s what we do. Us women who don’t care for blokes. At the moment.’

She fidgetted, putting her legs down, crossing and uncrossing them, touching her breast. ‘Gina ... can I ask you something?’

‘Go ahead.’

‘Have you ... I mean ... oh, I hope you’re not offended, you’ll probably hate me. I mean, have you ever ... been with another woman?’

‘You mean, have I had sex with a woman?’

She blushed furiously and nodded.

‘Yes. Have you?’

Again the mute nod.

‘Did you enjoy it?’

Ardent nods.

I stood up and went to sit on the arm of her chair, feeling at last that things were turning out right. ‘Well, in that case I have a suggestion to make. You’re free to decline. I’ll lend you some clothes and an umbrella, and you can carry on with your walk. It’s nearly stopped raining anyway. But otherwise ... I’m going to change the sheets on the bed, draw the curtains, light a few candles and put some soft music on. It’s corny, I know. Then I’ll take off this T shirt and lie on the bed, with the dildo at hand. The rest is up to you. OK?’

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