Pass the Ketchup dear! - Sex Stories

Pass the Ketchup dear!

... twisted the key in the lock and opened the door. Mary was about to scream when she saw the contraption by the window, but Kate, who had seen Mary sneak upstairs, had crept up behind her and put her hand over Mary's mouth. Calming down, Mary asked, "What the hell is that?" "Jim made it." Kate whispered. "Help me lift it on the bed if you want to try it out?" Mary's eyes lit up. They lifted Paul onto the bed. He was unrecognisable. They had wrapped him in cling-film, then covered him in bandages soaked in plaster of Paris, fashioning what looked like a Halloween mummy. Only his perpetually erect penis was visible. Mary reached out and touched it. "It feels so real." She giggled. Kate opened a drawer and pulled out a condom. She unwrapped it and rolled it onto Paul's erection. Mary looked confused. "What do you need that for?" She asked. "I don't know where you've been?" Kate nudged her playfully as Mary pulled down her panties and sat astride Paul. She could have sworn she heard a groan as it slid into her excited pussy. "Ooh! That feels so good!" Mary squealed, "So real!" She bucked harder, thrusting her hips into the new toy as she came. She could feel the penis throbbing inside her as she came for a second time, then dismounted as her panting subsided. "You've got to get Jim to make me one of these!" Mary said, legs shaky as she rested on the edge of the bed. She looked at the condom, its bulb full of milky fluid. "It's almost as if it's alive! I could swear I felt it ...

... cumming!" She reached out and stroked the condom covered phallus which twitched at her touch. "I'm afraid it's a one off." Kate said. "Jim designed it with one of the guys at the hospice. Something to do with sex therapy. But he's buggered off and we've been left in the lurch." Mary mulled it over for a second, then said excitedly, "If it's cash you need, you only have to ask me." It was true, Mary was loaded, thanks to a rich husband. She knew she was a trophy wife, her husband had little interest in sex, but she didn't care; she got her kicks elsewhere. She was the reason that the neighbour to the left of Mary's house got her mail half an hour later than the neighbour to her right, and, although the window cleaner's van was regularly seen outside Mary's house, her windows were no cleaner than the rest of the street's. There were others too, but her husband was either oblivious or didn't care. "Thanks babe." Kate replied, "But money's not the issue. That guy was a central part of the whole workings." With that, Mary pulled on her panties and, with a wistful look at the erectioned lump on the bed, she left the room and re-joined the party. The next Monday, there was some excitement at the hospice; the police had found Paul's car and Julie's soiled panties abandoned in a rural car park. They had also found Julie's lifeless body in her apartment. Julie's boyfriend had been arrested but, with Paul missing in suspicious circumstances, the police didn't know if he was an accomplice or a ...