“You are — but I got carried away! How are the titties?”
She felt at them. “Oooh, nice! Now I'm going to do my very best to give you a baby!”
She was stretching herself out between my leg, and I watched that heavy “prick” getting closer and closer to my sex. I saw the big head dip from my view below my public hair, then it was touching me. Stella got one hand down to guide it and it began to press hard at the lips of my vulva. She manoeuvred to get it into the furrow; it slipped downwards until I could feel the smooth, rounded head waiting for entry into my vagina. A slight pressure, and the muscles started to give. She stepped and looked up at me.
“It's there, darling-do you want me to…?”
“Yes-go on,” I whispered tensely, nodding.
She pushed a little harder and the knob slipped in about half way; a harder push and I sucked my breath in sharply as the whole head went in. It felt even bigger than I thought it would. Stella waited to see how I took it, then pushed another inch or so into me-and another. Lord, how it stretched me that first time!
She let me have two or three inches with a little more vigour, this time I couldn't stifle a groan as the hard rubber tool sank still further into my belly.
“Pull your knees right back, darling,” she advised. “Hold them there.”
I pulled my legs right back until my thighs rested on stomach, my knees touching my breasts.
“That's better-now spread them as wide as you can.” I did so. “You'll find it easier that way-it opens you right up.”
I lay back, holding my legs as Stella forced a little more of the dildo into me.
“How-how long is it, Stella,” I panted.
“Oh, about nine or ten inches, I suppose-why?”
“I must have more than half of it up me by now- give me the rest all in one go!”
“Are you sure, Rita? It'll hurt!”
“Go ahead-this is only prolonging the agony. Let's get the agony over with and get on with the pleasure!” I gritted my teeth and held my legs tightly, shutting my eyes, as Stella drew back a little way and prepared to lunge into me.
“Now, darling.” She whispered, then her hips plunged down at my pelvis, thrusting the whole thing up me with one vicious thrust. I started to squeal and she clapped a hand over my mouth.
“Oh, oh. Stella,” I gasped when she took her hand away. “That was sheer torture! It feels as though it's filling the whole of my belly!” Indeed, it felt as though my vagina had been split from the entrance on up to the womb!”
“It'll be all right in a moment, darling,” she whispered. “I didn't realise you would be so tight, or I would have waited and got hold of a smaller size to start you off with.”
She lay at full length on top of me, her arms under my back. Our breasts were flattened together and I could feel her stiffened nipples pulsing on mine.
“Put your legs over the backs of my thighs now- don't press in too tightly on them, though, or you'll have hot milk squirting up you before you're ready for it! Tell me when you feel like going on.”
I locked my legs over her thighs and slipped my arms round her neck.
“The pain's beginning to disappear already — kiss me!” I drew her face down and our mouths opened as they met; we gently sucked and licked around inside each other's mouths and she rolled her breasts on mine. I began to move my hips a little, still feeling that hard shaft huge inside me, stretching the channel to the limit.
“Let me try-you should be well lubricated by now.” Stella carefully lifted her hips a few inches and then lowered them slowly. “There-how does that feel?”
I had felt the ponderous movement as “Fred” moved the few inches back and in again, but it could no longer be called a pain, although I was still tender from that self-invoked thrust.
“It's improving-I skill feel very distended, though. Try some more.”
This time, she drew back until only the knob was left inside, then it was driving in again, but very slowly and I raised my hips to meet it. Its journey was much more smooth and gliding. She did it again, a little faster and I lifted my bottom clear of the bed, to meet her half way, feeling the bulb bounce against the cheeks as it jerked forward.
“Getting all nice and slippery, now, dear,” I breathed, excitement mounting as pain vanished. “Do it a little faster.”
Gradually, the speed of our jerking hips increased; I locked arms and legs tightly about her, bringing another warning not to squeeze her thighs too much, as I went all passionate.
Now she was thrusting strongly into me and I was jerking up enthusiastically to meet her. In and out she pushed that great dildo until I was whimpering and whispering all sort of erotic endearments against her lips. She began doing the same, obviously very close to an orgasm. I paused in puzzlement for a moment, wondering how she managed it, until I remembered that the stopper was constantly rubbing against her clitoris as she fucked me-yes, I was that far gone!
She did it just like Phil, holding me very tight and moving back and forth in seemingly tireless thrusts. Through habit, I took it just as I did when Phil had me, arms and legs wrapped round her, my mouth and were the long, dark hair that fell forward to tickle my tongue ever in attendance on hers. The only differences were the smooth face and her lovely big titties all squashy on mine-and Phil didn't have big sexy nipples like we did!
“Oh, darling; oh, darling,” she was moaning, as she gave me each thrust, her voice all thick and trembly. “Love you; love you, darling!”
I realised she was going to spend any second and I had been taking it easy and enjoying the new thrill- having earned it!
I jammed my mouth to hers and bucked hard beneath her, gasping as “Fred” tore into me-Stella squealed at the same time as the stopper was jabbed harder against her clitoris. I jerked frantically up at her, as her movements started to become ragged and lost their rhythm. She looked deep into my eyes; her own misting.
“Darling…darling; I'm… I'm…going to…oohhh…”
“Now, Stella — now, darling! I'm sp-spending with you…the milk! Argh!.. DARLING!”
As I melted into ecstasy, warm milk jetted up me in powerful spurts, seeming to touch the centre of my orgasm and prolong it, helped by the panting, spending Stella jerking about on top of me. I was filled to overflowing and felt the milk running out and trickling down my bottom-cheeks, through the cleft between them, to flow cool over my anus, stretched with the lifted position of my thighs over Stella's.
As pleasure receded, our movements flagged, Stella drooping heavily on my relaxed body, the dildo still in me to the hilt. I stirred after a while.
“You know-these things don't do the decent thing and go soft afterwards! At the moment, 'Fred' feels like a giant rolling-pin up there! Besides which, that milk is all cold and wet under my bottom.”
“Sorry, darling-that was quite a ride we had.” She lifted herself and gently withdrew the dildo. “Think you'll want him again?”
I looked at “Fred” as she knelt up; he was all wet and slimy-looking now, but still jutting proudly from Stella's loins.
“I think he's a 'must' for any hen party! He hurt me at first, the rascal, but I must admit he more than made up for it. Oh, yes-I shall want him again, all right- and again!”
I watched her unstrap it from about her hips; she held it out, dangling from the straps, for a moment, then put the tip to her lips, kissed it, licked my spend off with her tongue. Her mouth opened wide, then, and the knob disappeared inside.
“You must like me a lot, Stella, to do that.”
She pulled the head from her mouth and smiled at me with glistening lips.
“Like you? I love you darling!” Her pink tongue came out and licked along the length of the dildo. “Besides-you taste so nice! You're my favourite flavour!” And she didn't stop until she had licked every inch that had been inside me. “Think you could stand another bout shortly? Giving, this time?”
“Whenever you're ready.”
“You ha
ve to be ready, too — it's murder on the clitoris, you know!”
“It's murder in the vagina! Don't worry-I'll be ready when you are.”
She put the dildo on the bedside table and lay down beside me.
“I suppose it won't hurt you like it hurt me?”
“No — I've been 'broken in'! It still stretches me, though. As a matter of fact, I have been broken the other way, as well.”
“The other way?”
“My bottom-that was murder!”
“You've actually taken that thing up your back passage?” I shuddered at the mere thought.
“Up to the hilt in my backside, darling! I must be honest, though-it wasn't 'Fred.' It was smaller-not so thick and an inch or two shorter. But that's still huge when you take it up your rectum, I can tell you! I nearly passed out the first time Rose did it to me.”
“But why did she do it-you can't spend that way, can you?”
She turned and hugged me close to her, smiling into my face.
“For a married woman with a daughter, you are a sweet little innocent, aren't you, darling! Hasn't Phil ever used your bottom?”
“No. He's played around there-kissing and so forth and maybe pushing a finger-tip in there, but that's all.”
“You liked having me kiss your little hole and pushing my finger in, didn't you?”
“Of course-but that a lot different to having a big thing like a penis up there. I can imagine what it would be like just to have Phil's there, never mind a hard rubber dildo.”
“But it's what goes with it as well. We start off by kissing and fingering and pushing our tongues in as well as playing with the legitimate entrance-that gets you all nice and sexy and ready for anything. We use grease, of course-vaseline is the best, I think. It hurts a bit to start with and one always feels very distended, but when you have another woman doing it and all sorts of other things besides- holding you, rubbing herself against you, squeezing your tits and frigging your clitty, you forget all about the pain and the discomfort becomes a thrill.”
“Did she do it to you often?”
“I don't know about often-quite a few times.”
“Did you do it to her?”
“Sometimes-when she was really randy; I think I have a more sexy bottom than Rose, though.”
She reached behind her and felt at it. I sat up and leaned over her to see what she was up to. She had a finger stuck well up er lovely rear, slowly pushing it in and out. “Ooh-lovely!” she breathed. “It's about time I had something done to me there — it must be about two years since Rose last did it.”
“Has any other woman ever had your bottom?”
“No-only Rose. She kept that smaller size specially for the job. I suppose she's using it on her new girlfriend's behind now!”
“Any regrets about the break-up?”
“Oh, no-as I said, we just drifted. I don't think we were ever really in love with each other; we had some great times together and got a lot of satisfaction sexually-we're still very fond of one another, as you probably noticed!”
“I take it Rose was slightly the more dominant partner?”
“She was. It was she who first suggested I try taking it up my rear-I think she got kicks out of hearing my groans when it first went in, so it's an odds-on certainty that she's broken Dorothy in that way.”
“What about the woman you told me you used to visit in town now and again before she took up with someone else?”
“Margaret? What do you want to know about her?”
“Well, what was she like; how did you make love, etc?”
“Now, what sort of tone is that, I wonder?”
“I can't make up my mind whether it's a natural curiosity to know more about my sex life; wistful, because you may have missed something, or a masochistic urge to fan the fires of jealousy!”
I snuggled into her and she held me very close, smiling.
“Which is it, darling?”
“I don't know — it may be a little of each!” I murmured.
“Really want to know?”
“Hm-hm!”
“Well, she had a flat just outside of town-I met her in the Lesbian Club. I hadn't any associations at the time and neither had she. She was a tall girl, not very big in the breasts, but an excellent figure. Let me see-she was twenty-six when we first met about eighteen months ago; brown hair and eyes, pretty face. We both had something between our legs that needed attention, so we came to an agreement. There was no love in it- friendliness and sex and that was all. I would ring her or she would give me a ring and I'd go into town and spend the night with her; she came down to me for a couple of week-ends, but you wouldn't have seen her — we kept very much to the house on those occasions!”
“Was she nice-making love, I mean?”
“She was quite sexy!”
“Did you use a dildo on one another?”
“Quite a lot. Funny girl, in some ways.
“How, funny?”
“She had two different moods-both very much in opposition to one another; I never knew which one it was going to be until I arrived.”
“Sex-wise, you mean?”
“Yes-I was able to cope with both, though. Whichever mood it was, lasted the whole of that particular night.”
“Tell me about it.”
Stella rolled me on to my back and leaned on me, kissed my lips and smiled.
“You're determined to get all the details, aren't you- you looking for new ideas?”
“I'd just like to know, that's all.”
“Very well, darling-you shall.” She got up and produced her cigarettes. “Let's have a smoke while I give you all the sordid details. Drink?”
“No, thanks-I've had enough for one night; you have one if you want to.”
“No, I won't bother, either.” She lit two cigarettes and gave me one. “Now, these moods of Margaret's: One of them was similar to Rose's-she liked to be the dominant partner, only a bit more so! She didn't want to use my bottom as Rose did, but she used to love to smack it-and hard, too!”
“You allowed this?”
“Why not? I said we came to an arrangement to help each other out. She would have let me do whatever I wanted to her in return-within reason, of course. A typical evening-when she was in that frame of mind- was for me to have to strip as soon as I arrived and drape myself across her lap for a spanking. I always knew when she wanted that sort of thing when I got there because she used to wear pants and a shirt.
“And, the spanking…” I began. “Didn't it hurt?”
“It certainly did! As I was saying-after the spanking she'd take her pants off and there would be the dildo already strapped to her loins. I used to have to kneel and suck it as though it were a real prick. After doing that for a while, she'd pretend to come, and I'd have warm milk squirted into my mouth. She'd put the pants on again and I'd have to go and warm more milk-all the time I was there on those occasions, I had to go around completely naked, receiving slaps on my behind every now and again, whenever she felt like it.”
“And you took all this?”
“I did. Oddly enough-I used to start getting very sexy myself. She'd give me a good, stiff fucking, then, with the dildo until I came. She'd fuck me four or five times in one evening and liked me to tell her how virile she was. Another thing she liked was for me to pretend to have done something very wicked and ask her to punish me, with the inevitable result-across her lap or stretched out on the bed to have my bottom walloped again.”
“'My darling,” I hugged her with a sudden rush of sympathetic affection. “Did she smack you a lot-in one night, I mean?”
“Generally three or four times-my behind was always a bit tender the following day, but she made sure my needs were well taken care of.”
“That was one mood what was the other like?”
“Just about the reverse-in fact, the exact reverse-a sort of sexual schizophrenia. She had a pair of tight pants and a bolero jacket for me. I had to strap the dildo on first, so
that it bulged under the pants-she used to feel at it and fondle it and beg me to fuck her with it. The game was for me to make her wait and smack her when she became too forward-she remained completely naked the whole time. When she gave me my relief, she liked to do it kneeling between my legs, sucking me.”
“Did you smack her as much as she smacked you in her other mood?”
“More, I think-she wanted me to.”
“And all the time we have been friends, I didn't know about your 'other life.' Any love affairs — apart from Margaret-since you've known me?”
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