Beaches and Cream

by Kojo Black

  I knew what she meant. I left the toy inside, and lowered my tongue to her clit. My lips fastened easily there as the flat of my tongue began to circle.

  Veronica growled and laughed and barked as her pleasure took hold. I was elated and empowered by my own ability. I serviced her as she had me. And, for a woman I held in such reverent regard, it was a treat for me to know that I was about to make her orgasm.

  And so I did. Her smooth, creamy thighs closed around my ears, and her heavy bottom lifted from the bed. Her belly rose and fell in faster and faster cycles until she couldn’t hold it off anymore. As her orgasm hit, her ample, irrepressible breasts tremored and wobbled all over her chest and under her chin. As low, guttural, animal sounds snuck up from her belly and stole out of her throat.

  When at last she was spent, I lifted my sticky lips and wiped my mouth triumphantly, a smile only a few degrees off cocky upon my face. A sated Veronica sighed contentedly and laughed good-naturedly at my smugness.

  “Come here,” she laughed. “Orgasms are hot work.”

  I lay back and she again reached into the bucket. I imagined she would produce only ice cubes. And for a moment, I thought she had. But what she’d actually produced were two clear, oblong glass balls—each with a sapphire blue stone at its core.

  “You’re in for a treat,” she said brightly. And she patted the space beside her. “On your belly.”

  I flopped down willingly and nestled into the feathery bedding. Veronica’s hand began to trace the shape of my pussy. I was glad not to have to pretend I didn’t like it. I eased my thighs apart, only to find that the act of licking Veronica’s sex had made mine very wet indeed. She too found the viscous slick lurking just inside my vulva, and she used the liquid to coat the petals of my pussy, and first one and then the other of her two heavy glass balls. The smooth glass was ice cold on my sun-soaked pussy. I gasped and twitched with the shock of hard and cold coming into such sudden contact with the soft and warm.

  Once Veronica’s balls were slippery, she pushed them—slowly and deliberately—inside me. They brought a joyful peace to the cravings that had been tormenting me since yesterday. The elastic sheath of my pussy stretched to welcome them and their coolness was wonderfully exhilarating. Their glacial bloom rippled through the cavern of my sex, deep into my bowels, and burst throughout my body, cooling me right up to my chest. I enjoyed having them there— their weight unobtrusive but their girth certain, rude and secret.

  Veronica continued to caress me on the outside, as the spheres slowly rejoined my body temperature on the inside. Her loving, roving hands made easy work of the unabated honey that flowed from me. Her fingers tweaked and glided over my delicate pussy lips and, as the effluence spread, she used it more and more to explore the crevice of my ass. The crevice must have glistened under her hand. I turned to look at her face and she was smiling, lovingly stroking her fingers back and forth along the slippery crack. As I nestled my head back into the pillows, her strokes grew shorter and shorter, until her thumb came to rest on the sensitive aperture nestled between my cheeks. She waited. My suspicious anus kissing and puckering against her thumb. When I had relaxed and the circular little muscle had stopped fluttering, she gently pushed her thumb inside.

  I gasped, almost leaping up. But she rested a calming hand upon my bottom and pressed me gently down into the bed.

  “I’m not hurting you, am I Mand?”

  The place where she touched me was unbelievably responsive. But after the initial shock, I found the smooth and tender sleeve giving in to her touch. And the sensation was something approaching pleasurable.

  “And now this…” Veronica reached into a bedside table and produced a piece of smooth, tapered glass, patterned similarly to the glass balls still inside me.

  I looked nervously upon the slender piece. It was small, but even so…… “Veronica….my bottom……I don’t know if……”

  Veronica laughed outright. “No, no, darling! This is isn’t for there. It’s for here……” And with that she pressed the device in several places, and the two glass balls hummed to life inside me.

  “Oh!....I like that!” I giggled, as the vibration of the two spheres gathered pace and they rocked gently against each other.

  “Now, Mand, I want you to walk to my vanity table, please.”

  Veronica let me rise and I descended from the bed onto unsteady legs. The warm wooden floor seemed a long runway. I crossed the floor with the two spheres rolling and buzzing gleefully away inside me, like two impish demon seeds pulsing rude pleasure within me at every step.

  I reached the vanity table as instructed and looked at myself in the mirror. To anyone else, I would simply look like a sun-kissed naked girl, streaks of my auburn hair burnt blonde by the sun. No one would have any notion of the toys hiding inside me, whirring and throbbing against my g-spot. Perhaps only my slightly heavy eyelids and unfocussed gaze might suggest that I was otherwise affected.

  I turned to face Veronica. Her smiling eyes appraised me as she too moved across the floor. From her vanity table, she took one of the smooth, green jade tulips and placed it upon the alabaster stool. To my surprise, the tulip slotted neatly into one of the grooves and locked fast in the center of the seat. Her eyes searched mine for a hint of recognition as the tulip slid into place. But my curiosity was blunted her busy glass bulbs relentlessly roiling in the over-responsive sheath of my pussy. Without hesitation, she plucked an unlabeled glass bottle from the many upon her table. She removed the stopper and the scent of orange and thyme filled the air. She anointed the tip of the jade tulip with the unctuous liquid and we both watched as she carefully coated the whole of the big bud.

  She replaced the bottle and stood close to me. So close that her big breasts touched mine. She spoke softly, close to my face. Her breath was soft on my lips and on my cheeks. I closed my eyes and drank her in.

  “I love giving you pleasure, Mand. You receive it so graciously. Gratefully, even. I know more about you than you do about yourself. Who but me would have known you were such a hedonist? Such a little orgasmista. Do you know that sometimes I think about you cumming? I can make myself cum just by thinking about your beautiful body convulsing with joy and anguish. Now, sit.”

  Her hands were on my body as she spoke. Stroking my cheek, running down my arms. As she bade me to sit, her hands gently closed around my forearms and she guided me down.

  I felt the tip of the tulip probe my bottom. I jumped in surprise, and my eyes grew wide.

  “Trust me, Mand,” Veronica smiled. “Remember when I touched you there? It can be such a wonderful feeling.”

  She guided me down gently once again. This time I allowed the tip of the smooth mineral to slip along the crevice of my bottom until it rested petulantly at the puckered orifice. The tip felt cool and smooth. A playful but insistent, slippery invader in that place already slick from my own fluid and Veronica’s delinquent fingers. Despite the smooth tip and all the lubricant there, my bottom clenched against it. Veronica must have seen the resistance in my eyes.

  “This is a funny thing, Mand. I remember this feeling the first time I played with a toy like this. I must have been about your age. And I was so unsure.”

  Even as she spoke, she did not encourage me to stand. And the thing continued to kiss and probe at my clutching anus.

  “But I learned that the more you squeeze, and doubt, and close off, and resist, the harder it is to find your pleasure. With toys, with sex, with people, with life, with love, with anything. The more you guard, and protect, and cinch and squeeze, the less you take in, the less you experience, and the less you enjoy.”

  She lay the palm of her hand on my chest, between my breasts. With the back of her other hand, she stroked the sensitive crease where my thigh met my abdomen. That is a funny place for me. Not exactly sexual, but touched so rarely that her delicate grazing sent little shockwaves rippling into m
y belly to collide with the magical balls whirring away in a place so close to her hand, but so much more intimate. Though her touch was tender, she was firm and persuasive. And she still would not let me stand.

  “It’s weird,” she continued. You have to push out to take in. Not push away, so much. But just let go.

  The slippery jade was teasing my opening now. Poised at my little sphincter. If Veronica forced me now, she might hurt me. But there was no malice in her eyes.

  “Just let go. I want to feel you breathe out. And when you do, relax down below as well. But first in……”

  I closed my eyes and breathed in deep. The air smelled of orange and spice and of all the delicious things that Veronica is.

  “And now….out….”

  I exhaled. And with it came all my fear and anxiety. With it I pushed out. With it my muscles slackened and tension dissolved. And with it, the tapered tulip tip entered my ass. The sensation was thrilling and frightening all at once. And I froze, hovering just inches from the alabaster base. Veronica’s hands went quickly to my face. She took my face in her hands. Her eyes like caramel pools so dark and deep I could see my own dazed, excited face within them.

  “That’s it,” she said softly, excited. “Just like that.” And she leant forward to kiss my forehead.

  But the kiss was another soft push. And the slim tip of the tulip gave way to the much more prominent and bulbous body of the thing.

  I closed my eyes and groaned as the strange and formidable pressure in that soft and secret place fired off a million hormones in my rapidly depleting brain. And still the thing seemed to grow thicker.

  “You sweet girl,” Veronica cooed into my ear. “Good, good girl. You can do it for me, can’t you?”

  I gulped and swallowed hard. My eyes popped wide and I nodded into Veronica’s beautiful face. Despite its thickness, the thing was so smooth and slippery that in my nearly-seated position, the plumpening bulb continued to work its way up inside me, prising apart my soft tissues and forcing every ion of sensation to amplify between my slippery thighs and buttocks so that I was little more than a quivering mass of endorphins.

  “Veronica…..” I gasped. “It’s….so….thick….” My breathing grew short and jagged.

  “Oh, I know, darling. I know,” she said, sliding her hands down my neck. “But trust me. It will be wonderful.”

  Her hands moved down my chest, over my breasts and to my sensitive nipples. She took the two proud and vulnerable peaks between her fingers and squeezed. Gently, at first. And suddenly hard.

  “Hunnhh….!!” It was nothing but noise. The only sound I was capable of. I felt for a moment like I would cum. But then the pain took hold to mingle with the pleasure. Between the shock of the bulb in my ass, the abuse of my nipples, and the sheer, rude pleasure pervading it all, a guttural growl rippled up from the pit of my stomach.

  “God, Mand…” she sighed. You are absolutely delicious! Here we go now….”

  And with that, she pulled firmly down on my belligerent nipples, forcing my body down onto the plug beneath me. My poor nipples cried out in pain as my sphincter stretched around the widest girth of the oily stone.

  I absolutely wailed. My body confused by pain and pleasure from every direction. But Veronica did not relax her dominance. My poor tits throbbed as my bottom convulsed and struggled in vain against the unrelenting fat piece forcing it open. I tried to breathe, but Veronica halted my breath and my wailing with her mouth. Her kiss was deep and warm and hungry, as if she did truly find me delicious. My open mouth was a welcoming receptacle for her sweet lips, and then for her tongue. I thought I would faint from this overload of sensation. Rough hands tugging at my tender tits while sweet kisses the flavour of peaches poured into my mouth. At last, my violated bottom finally conceded its forced dilation over the torturous bulb of the tulip. The tender ring flexed wider than it had ever been, before closing tightly around the plug’s narrow base. All sense of pain left me. I was left awash with a hallucinogenic pleasure. The fat tulip was deep in my rectum, and my convalescing anus clutched and puckered greedily at the stem.

  But that thick, invasive bulb had another effect, and I felt Veronica’s lips smile against mine as that effect took hold—just as she new it would. The fat tulip behind left little room for the two droning eggs in my front. In the crowded sheath of my over-stimulated vagina, the plug, separated only by the silky vellum between, squeezed the balls forward. In the limited space, the undulation of the spheres was no longer subtle. Instead, they settled firmly into my constricted pleasure duct. They settled in right against my g-spot. And I knew they were going to make me cum. It felt like when Veronica had massaged me there with her fingers—but much deeper now. Much more intense. And totally unrelenting. The fat plug in my ass drove the balls into my g-spot; and the buzzing, throbbing spheres did the only thing they could do. My thighs began to tremble in the onslaught of orgasm, as the heat rose through me to my chest, my cheeks, and to the very top of my head. My cunt and my rectum tried in vain to contract. But they succeeded only in squeezing tightly around the solid, bulbous items that were forcing them open and causing of all of this pleasure. My mind turned to mush and yet again I thought I would pass out in front of Veronica. Her fingers finally released my nipples and sweet relief washed over me as the orgasm took hold. Veronica held me as my own arms went limp. I had no control left over my own body. My head lolled and my eyes rolled. My body convulsed uncontrollably, as my mouth uttered part swears and meaningless, disconnected syllables.

  “Ohhh….fuuuu…..Veron….nnnn…..Nnnuuuuhhh……Uhhhhh……” spouted from between gritted teeth and snarling lips.

  Because the balls couldn’t budge and wouldn’t stop buzzing, I could not stop cumming. I was incapable of anything else. The wave of orgasm took hold and left my useless body shuddering in Veronica’s arms. Every time I thought the wave would dissipate, every time I thought I was about to be set free, to come back down, to regain some semblance of dignity—the balls kept up their buzzing and the plug wedged them tightly against the walls of my convulsing cunt so that another storm of orgasm came crashing down upon me. Three times I thought I was spent. And three times my own body decided I was not. Wrapped in Veronica’s arms, bathed in sweat and her kisses, my fluttering rectum and my swollen cunt churned through orgasm after orgasm after orgasm until I simply thought I would die.

  At last Veronica reached for the little oblong controller and commanded the demonically buzzing balls to rest. I slumped forward, my gelatinous body divested of all its will and dignity. And still my inflamed private parts pulsed and throbbed against the devilish baubles inside them, as the endless waves of orgasm finally ebbed away.

  My legs sagged open and Veronica knelt between them as if in prayer, looking up into my slackened face.

  “Oh, Mand…” Veronica smiled, shaking her head in disbelief. “You should have seen how incredible you looked. Didn’t I tell you it would be beautiful?”

  “I…..I thought I was going to die….” I whispered, attempting a weak smile.

  “It’s wonderful to let go like that…and so healthy for you. Just to let all the stress and tension out of you. Nothing like orgasm therapy!” She laughed, leaning forward to kiss me upon my heart, directly between my breasts.

  “I’ve never been a big believer in secrets, Mand,” she said, suddenly more serious. “I believe in truth and honesty. And I hope I’ve raised Tia to feel the same. So there is something I should probably tell you.”

  My heart leapt into my throat and my stomach vaulted. I just knew she was about to tell me that she’d told Tia all about what we did together.

  “I heard you and Tia talking on the veranda. And I know that she told you about the relationship I had with your father.”

  My heart settled in my chest. If that was all she had to say, at least it would clear the air.

  “And that’s true,” sh
e continued, running her hands over my exhausted thighs, her touch making me aware of the sex toys still buried deep within me. “But I didn’t leave your dad for Claudio…..” she sighed, her eyes dropping. “I left him….for your mother. Margaret and I were lovers.”

  It took a moment for the words to take shape in my mind. She looked up slowly. And by the time her eyes reached mine, the words had also sunk in.

  “What the fuck, Veronica!” I exclaimed, my mind reeling from shock and indignity. “Are you just fucking your way through my entire fucking family!!?”

  I tried to stand, but I didn’t get very far. I was locked firmly in place by the heavy plug in my ass, anchored firmly to the alabaster chair. I tried again, but my bottom was clenched around the jade stem and would not relent to spread past the broad bulb just above it. I struck my fists on my bare thighs in frustration. My own tension making it even less likely that I could ever slacken that muscular tube, ease the tulip out, and stand up to Veronica.

  “Please don’t be angry, Mand,” Veronica implored, her eyes searching mine. “None of this was ever supposed to happen! Not like this. That’s why I needed to tell you. You mustn’t think this is some sort of diabolical plan or plot.”

  “But what do you expect me to think!!?” I bellowed. The full indignity of her bulbous toys still inside me, mooring me to the heavy rock beneath my buttocks, caused the colour to rush to my face.

  “I told you on the beach: I like who I like. And my affection is never false. But I cannot rewrite the rules when my affection is reciprocated. Please understand…”

  My heart beat faster now, my whole body tingling with disbelief. “What I understand is that this is some sort of sick little competition for you to see how many successive members of my family you can get into bed! My mother was right to warn me about you! And I can assure you that I’ll be warning my own children!”