The Adventures of Mabel & Herbie


Part I
The Wishbook

It came in a mostly white envelope; a small return address in the
upper left corner with no clue as to who or what company had
sent it; Mabel's name and address just visible through the
cellophane "window"; "Free Videos" in big pink print placed
strategically in-between; and a bright, green sticker notifying her
that this was her "Last Chance"! As she looked up to see where
she was going, toward the house from the mailbox, she raised her
right eyebrow.  The word "Wishbook" escaped from her lips and
she hurried inside.

The four or so other envelopes that came in the mail that day where
carelessly dropped onto the dining room table.  She grabbed the red
letter opener and with the precision of a surgeon, opened her "Last
Chance" envelope.  A quick examination revealed a number of single
leaf flyers, nude women with unrealistically large breasts and blurred
crotches plastered the front and back sides, an order blank reminiscent
of IRS tax forms with pink and gray shaded areas, and the literature
Mabel found most attractive, the catalog, itself!

She went back to the bedroom, where she had been prior to seeing the
mailman drive past the window, glanced at the tv, reached for the
remote, and promptly shut it off.

"I like my soaps," she thought to herself.  "But they sure can interrupt
a
little afternoon fun!"

With that, she half rolled across the bed to Herbie's side and hit the
"Play" button on the CD player on the night stand.  Soft, mellow,
smooth jazz tunes filled the room.  She returned her focus to the
catalog, momentarily staring at the buxom blonde dressed in a sheer
lingerie outfit on the cover and then proceeded to "shop" her way
through the rest of the contents.

"Nice sheer teddy," she thought.  "Herbie would love to see me in
this, if for only a few minutes before he stripped me down to nothing
and ravaged my body."

On the opposite page there was a smattering of condoms, cherry
flavored pussy lube and a video that had been listed numerous times in
previous catalogs she had received.  "Hmmm," she sighed, looking a
monstrous cock-shaped dildo.  "Too fuckin' big for me."

Instinctively, her left hand found its way past her belly button ring,
under her panties and down to her enlarging clit.  Without her
knowing, the love juices were starting their thing and in the back of
her mind she was preparing for an intense afternoon orgasm.
Everything was perfectly in place for her to enjoy a special moment of
auto-eroticism.  The down-turned blinds gave the room a pleasant
ambiance with warm diffused lighting.  The distractions of the day
were quietly tucked away.  The kids were hours from being home
from school, no other disappointing or unexpected bills in the mail,
and Herbie was hard at work, even though only a few blocks away.

On many occasions such as this, she was tempted to call him at work
to beckon him to come home for a little afternoon delight, or to get
him riled up over the phone knowing he'd probably cum in his boxers.
He was always "good at doing phone", a deep sensual voice, knowing
just what to say and how to say it.  She had cum for him over the
phone too many times.

But it was the high-gloss paper catalog that had her attention now.
Flipping through the pages with one hand as the other slowly worked
circles around her swollen clit.  Every now and then, taking a daring
strike at her moistening vagina, she used her own wetness to lubricate
her finger as it danced and flickered across her petite erection.

Part way into the "show", she came across a double jelly dildo.  "God,
what we could do with this," she nearly moaned.  "I could take both
heads, if only he'd help."  Her mind flashed images of herself laying on

her back, legs spread wide with Herbie kneeling by her bottom
working both ends of the toy, one deep into her cunt, the other
pressed hard into her ass.  Her eyes fluttered shut as the "snap-shot"
became embedded into her mind.

She managed to pull away from the dream and gaze once again upon
the contents of the wishbook.  For the bondage fetish there was a
leather outfit, complete with silver studs and leash hoops.  Some
sorry-assed blond bitch with her nipples protruding from black straps
posed as if she were enjoying the puppy-dog in her.  Just below, a
lesbian couple swapping saliva as they lapped at each other's tongues.

Mabel had fancied the thought of "making love" with another woman.
To feel the soft and tender touches and kisses of the same sex,
knowing that she, the "other woman", would know just what to do, in
all the right places to make her cum to a screaming orgasm.  She often
wondered how Herbie would feel or react to this deep fantasy of hers.
She suspected that he would be "open" enough to the idea, in fact, he
would love to see it, just once, if he could.  She thought of a hundred
women to kiss, to lick, to fuck,... but none, she felt, would be willing

or good enough to fit the bill.

"Unique design includes safety base", the ad blurbed.  "What the
hell,... "she thought to herself.  An egg-shaped backdoor toy almost
looked appealing.  "Imagine that, shoving this up your ass, pumping it
up to get that feeling of fullness."  To her, air and assholes just
didn't mix!  She had read too many horror stories in various sex
magazines that proclaimed "ruptured colons" and "instant death" to
those that had tried and failed.  Her thumb flipped the page.

"Now, were talking!  Ben-Wa balls."

Her mind raced back to a story she had read about a woman who
filled her love-hole with them and spent the day strolling around a
mall and cumming all day long.  "What a story," she recalled, as the
"innocent" sex-starved woman meandered aimlessly about, bumping
into "stranded husbands" and oozing with cum!

"Watta-whore-wanna-be."

Her eyes scanned the top of the page, "Ah, no wonder,...  The erotic
Asian Spice pages!"  The picture just below displaying frail, 90 lb.
Asian gal getting fucked by the massive cock of a Caucasian male.
Another picture of the same girl attempting to suck/swallow the same
humongous cock , "mosaic-ed" so as not to show too much detail.
"She'd fuckin' gag,... sorry-assed bitch!"

Further down the same page, a mix of "Western girls" doing the lez
thing with the same lookin' Asian girls.  Again, her interests leaning
to the woman-to woman scenario.  "Could I lap at a little black haired
cunt?" she thought to herself.

Her pussy was getting pretty drenched at this point in time.  Her
finger plunged deeper into her tight wet hole.  She released a moan
and again, deftly worked her middle finger against her clit.  She
wanted so badly to feel a hard hot cock poking at her entrance;
wanting to feel it penetrating her to the fullest; wanting to wrap her
glistening pussy lips around that throbbing cock. She shoved two
fingers into herself, and spread her lips wide.

She stretched and opened the sliding door of the bookcase headboard.
There, just within fingers reach was the ladyfinger vibrator.  Placing
the dial in her mouth, she managed to bring the mighty mini-cock to a
buzzing life.  First against the flesh nearest to her clit, it hummed
and worked its magic.  Soon, over her clit and then teasing the opening
of her cunt.

"Oh, baby!" she spoke softly.

As she peered back onto the pages of the wishbook, she saw photos
of guys with devices enclosing their cocks, utilities to enlarge their
shriveled wimpy little dicks into imaginative mongo-cocks.  Held firmly
in place with one hand, while the other was preoccupied squeezing a
latex pump, suctioning the boyish pecker into shape.  "Poor little
bastard.  It's too bad you don't have a Polish sausage like Herbie!"
She chuckled from deep in her throat.  "God, baby,... I want to feel
your cock in my mouth!  In my throat!" she grunted.

By now, the little vibe was positioned deep within her pink,
puffy-lipped, pussy.  Just the end of it could be seen between her
spread-eagled legs.  Her cunt juices were flowing and she could feel
it oozing down over her asshole.  The urge for a double penetration was
becoming eminent.

The fat 12 inch vibe was stashed in Herbie's side of the headboard.
 So she reached again, this time to the other side of the bed, for the
thick, long toy she would use for her now aching cunt.  As she rolled,
she small vibe slid from within her, covered with her sweet dew.  She
let out a small sigh of disappointment, but soon to be replaced with a
moan of ecstasy.  She had "him" firmly in her grips.

The wishbook somehow flipped to page 15, and as she looked, with
the big toy aimed directly at her pussy, she saw the tool of her
dreams.  "Tease The Squeeze, Or Take It One Ball At A Time!"  A
super soft jelly butt plugging toy sure to make her orgasm crash, wave
after wave.  5 wide balls stretched out over 13 and a half inches of
pure fucking pleasure.  "Fuck me, baby!" she moaned.  She wanted to
feel it, the real thing, so bad.

She thrust the big vibe into her soaking wet cunt while she pressed the
ladyfinger into her ass.  Inch by inch, they slid effortlessly into her,
buzzing
wildly, and bringing her closer to an exhausting orgasm.  She lifted her

knees apart and back, almost clear to her shoulders, as each toy was
forced deeper within her by her own hands.  From side to side her head
swayed as visions of Herbie ramming her with her newly wanted pleasure
and his cum shooting cock.  Her breasts with nipples firm and hard,
rolled
with her every move.  Her hot, pink clit pulsed as each glance of her
finger
passed by.

And then suddenly with a groan, her legs lifted her backside, placing
all of her weight on her shoulders and feet.  The big toy expelled
itself from her contracting cunt, then displacing and protruding the
inner
walls of itself in a mock erection, allowing a stream to gush up and out

from her, splattering on the bedspread. The bed responded with squeaks
as she writhed from the pulses echoing through her body.  As she settled

back down to the bed, the rest of her cum dribbling down her lips, over
her asshole, and soaking the sheets.

She lay there, panting and recovering, motionless for a while; the
wishbook nearly a wrinkled mess, and the vibrator still buzzing away.

She couldn't wait for Herbie to come home.