Mrs Hopes machinations

"Unmph~ c'mon, dammit!"

Mrs. Hope growled as she first withdrew then threw the dead vibrator aside and stared out the window towards the Brown’s house again.

It was the latest in a range of extra-large, turbo-charged dildos just released but it did little to satisfy her endless cravings. She had spent the whole morning using her biggest and most powerful vibrators in a vain attempt relieve herself of the persistent, overpowering yearning but they weren’t enough.

It landed with a wet thump amid a pile of likewise expended battery-operated-boyfriends in widely varying sizes and shapes. All shiny with her pungent pussy-juices and completely useless.

They were never enough. Not when compared to the real deal.

Between the sextoys and Tom’s few **** ‘sperm donations’ she was just barely managing to stay on top of her primal urges but she still felt like a woman dying of thirst while there was a tall glass of iced water just waiting next door. A glass from which she could only steal a few occasional sips.

It was infuriating and almost beyond her will to bear.

She had been watching the house as closely as possible all morning between thrusting one pleasure device or another into her sopping greedy snatch. It was all she could do to keep herself from prowling the streets like so many others. To keep from fighting with the crowds of her competition for any man that still dared venture out into public.

As they all had to do eventually.

She had seen Tom leave the house with his sisters and she had recognised their school uniforms leaving her with no doubt as to where they were heading. She also knew all about the current condition of the school and guessed that–as cautious as he was–Tom wouldn’t dare stay there for longer than necessary.

So Pamela Hope just had to be patient and wait for him to return. Then, like a spider lurking in its web, she would have him all to herself at last.

"No pesky sisters to hide behind today, Tom sweetie." She said to herself.

That still left her with the problem of luring him out or at least flirting her way into his house. Pamela knew that if she could only get within arms reach of him, she could tease and caress him into a youthful passion that might satisfy her for days. Her pussy twitched at the lurid fantasy forming in her pretty head and she absent-mindedly began to slide her fingers into her moist womanhood to ease the fierce lust growing there again.

She had tried so many times. Always leaving her curtains open as she pleasured herself so he might watch, dressing in her most skimpified clothing and offering herself freely, even the stunt with her friend Tania in his family's swimming pool.

None of it had worked. There had to be a way to get him out of the house and into her…

Mrs. Hope’s finger movements quickened and she gasped softly as she tried to think clearly, to devise a cunning plan to push Tom into the turbulent throes of unbridled lust. Her burning desire was blazing like a barely contained forest fire again. She could only continue to find new ways to tempt and seduce him… gasp~ at least until she could think clearly again and form… mmmph~ a proper… nnnrgh~ plan….

Mrs. Hope's free hand shot out, grasping for the only thing in reach. The big battery-dead vibrator.

She rammed the full thick ten inches of it inside of her pussy, desperately working it in and out of herself furiously… she needed a real man, not some lifeless machine! She needed a fat thrusting cock that could cum inside of her empty womb and bring her that sweet blissful relief.

…and soon!