That was how I got him away from her in the first place.
I took the vibrator from its hiding place beneath the panties in the bottom drawer of my dresser while he quickly stripped himself naked. He sat on the bed, watching intently. His hands were folded across the brownish hair above his cock. His young looking face was flushed with eagerness; the same eagerness sparkled in his eyes. I decided I'd really please him tonight, give him, as Ed Sullivan would say, "a really good show". I stood with my butt touching the top edge of the dresser, the mirror behind me. My feet were far apart.
The vibrator was made of pink plastic that felt cool in my hands. It was shaped like a prick, only bigger than any prick on the face of the earth, and it was very smooth. I twisted the base of it, watching his face as I did so, and a low buzzing filled the room. The plastic cock came alive in my hands. I kissed it; he always got a kick out of that, said I treated it just like his.
Then slowly, the way I knew made him the hottest, leased the tingling vibrator down the smooth column of my throat, holding it in one hand and sideways so the full length of it teased my skin. I let it move teasingly down the upper slope of one tit, feeling the vibrations begin to excite me as it approached my nipple, and with my other hand, not even thinking about it, really. I reached down to spread the front opening of my panties. My nipple sprang out to meet the vibrator.
The contact was like sticking your finger against a live electric wire, except the shock began at the sharp tip of my tit and ran through my body until it reached my booted toes. And it was a good shock. I moved the steadily pulsing vibrator in a slow circle around my nipple, letting it thump delectably against the rouged little tip, and when I could stand it no more I eased the smooth plastic down to the soft underside of my tit. My breast jiggled from the vibrations. I closed my eyes and dug my teeth into my lower lip as I repeated the entire ceremony on the smooth white flesh of my other tit. The tingling was almost unbearably pleasant. I could feel a similar tingling in my clit…
Letting the hand that held the humming vibrator move down so that the throbbing false-cock was roving across my belly, moving closer to the hand that held my panties parted so he could see the black bush and pink frontal lips of my cunt, I opened my eyes long enough to see that Press's hands no longer lay across his upper groin. He was sprawled back on the bed, one hand on his cock, moving slowly, and the other hand rubbing hard at his balls. I pressed the buzzing rod against the hard little hill beneath my panties, the one at the top of my cunt.
Put it in… Let me see you fuck yourself, he pleaded from across the room, and his thickly-muscled chest heaved as his hand moved faster on his prick. His lips were curled back over his teeth. I was hoping he'd stop before he came. That was for me.
I gritted my teeth and flung my head back as I touched the vibrator to the inside of my thighs, just above the boots. My cunt was crying for me to hurry, to drive it home, but the slow torture would, I knew from experience make the final scene even more satisfying… for both of us. I took the vibrator in both hands.
Holding it low between my legs, with my hands on its base, and the smooth, cock-like tip pointing straight up toward my waiting pussy, I slowly bent my knees. My hands moved the buzzing device upward; the room was filled with its droning. I eased it through the slitted panties.
The lips of my pussy turned to jelly at that first touch of the vibe! They always do! It nearly slipped from my trembling fingers. My thighs tried to close; my will and the hot yearning in my cunt was all that kept them open. Once again I touched the vibe to the outer lips of my slit. I heard myself moan softly. My legs trembled as I slowly eased the round top of the vibe between the lips of my pussy. They closed around it.
Tiny needles pierced the pink flesh that was touched by the vibe; my lips — my cunt-lips — seemed to shudder around the shaft they gripped. I gave myself more of the thrilling rod, shoving it deep with a quick lifting of my hands, and my entire cunt was filled with its sensually buzzing length. My clitoris was tight against it, and I could feel the fleshy little pip being flicked back and forth as if a million little elves were pounding it with hammers, each of them determined to make me come just for him. I began to fuck myself with steady strokes of the vibrator. My cunt poured juices down its length.
"This is your prick I'm taking!" I heard myself repeating over and over, in time to the thrusts of the artificial cock. "Your prick… I'm taking… your prick." And in my mind it was. And when I felt myself coming for the first time, I buried the long plastic shaft in my cunt and held it there until my knees threatened to collapse beneath me and I could feel my come wet against my fingers.
Then I staggered blindly across the room to go down on his cock.
Or anything else he wanted.
The still-humming vibrator fell from my numbed fingers and onto the bed as he put his hands on my hips and held me standing in front of him. He leaned forward and pressed his face into the front of my panties, his tongue snaking through the opening and licking hungrily at the top edge of my pussy. To steady myself, I put my hands on his shoulders. He sucked hard on my pussy for a moment, drawing my come into his mouth with a hungry slurping, licked my thighs with his rough tongue, and then returned once more to my cunt. He stayed there until I clawed wildly at his back and came again. Then he helped me onto the bed. I was so weak I needed help.
"You like that better and better every time you do it, don't you?" he said, rolling me on my back and putting one hand between my legs, on the damp bush of my cunt. He rubbed it. "The fuck-shows, I mean."
I looked up into his face and put my hand on his cock. "I like this even better." I squeezed it to emphasize my words. He always got a kick out of dirty talk. "I pretend that's what's inside me when I'm screwing myself with the vibe. That's why I like it."
"You like it enough to take it in the mouth?" He always asked that. Even though I'd given him head so many times we'd lost count, he still asked it. The words were like the show with the vibe; they made it all better for him.
"Enough to suck it until you yell uncle," I said truthfully. "Or to take it up the ass. Or enough so's I'll take it any place you want to put it… any place l"
"You really do, you honestly do like it that much, don't you?" he said, looking down into my face and shaking his head in pleased disbelief. "You'd go for anything I ask, I think."
"Try me and see," I said.
He did.
Elation flashed across his handsome face as I assured him, for what must have been the millionth time, that he had only to ask and I'd give him anything he wanted, then he kissed me hard on the mouth, tonguing me, and rolled away. His hand went behind my head, urging me to bend over and go down on his prick. I needed no urging.
As I knelt beside him and bent low to lick at the head of his prick, he reached under my body arid fingered my tits. I felt my rouged nipples being pinched. They puckered and increased in size as he rolled each of them between a thumb and forefinger. He tugged downward on my hanging tits, drawing them into inverted, sharply-pointed peaks that brimmed with pleasure. I tried to transfer that pleasure into his cock. It was something to be shared.
His prick was wet around the head from the licking of my tongue, but my taste buds told me he hadn't come while I was screwing myself with the vibe. I knew the taste of his come too well to make any mistakes about that. Now, as I squeezed his prick in the trap of my fingers, one silver droplet of come appeared in the tiny eye at the center of the head of his love-stick. One drop. That was all. I licked it away.
Then I formed my lips into a soft oval, lowered my head, my hair cascading down around my face and touching him, and I began using all I knew about the sucking of a cock. I like to think I do it right.
As I covered the head of his cock with my opened lips, holding it poised just inside my mouth and twirling my tongue slowly around its circumference, I felt his hands tighten on my tits. I let his cock slip deeper into my mouth. The head of it pressed against my palate. I went lower. Lower still. He was at my throat. I eased my head upward… slowly… slowly. My lips clung gently to the outer skin of his cock, as though reluctant to release it, and finally they once again held only the spongy head. Quickly, I dropped my head and refilled my mouth with the length of it, then repeated the slow, sucking withdrawal. I felt his hand on the back of my head.
While I explored the wrinkled skin around his nuts with the tips of my fingers, teasing him and making him hotter, I let my head settle into a bobbing motion that carried the soft circle of my clinging lips almost to the base of his prick, then upward in repetitions of the slow sucking I'd given him on the first cycle. His hand just rested on the back of my head, letting me set the speed. I increased it.
As my head bobbed faster and faster over his cock, I took less of it into my mouth with each downward gulping of my mouth. I made up in quality what I was lacking in quantity. My fingers traced crazy designs across his balls, onto the root of his prick. I held his cock so that only the head was between my lips, then sucked on it like a kid going after her first soda. I flicked my tongue down the bluish vein that pulsed along the underside of it, then quickly recaptured the head in my mouth, sucking… sucking… sucking.
His hands guided me around so that I was kneeling with my butt near his shoulders. He reached through the slitted panties and touched my pussy, my ass. The gentle fingers lingered in the crease of my butt.
As I felt him struggle to reach my butt with both hands, I was dimly aware of what he was going to do. I didn't care. If it gave him an extra kick that was okay by me. Then, as he settled both hands on the twin swells of my upraised ass, I felt the purring of the plastic cylinder he held in his hand. The vibe! I began to masturbate him into my mouth.
Throughout the minutes since I'd fallen onto the bed, the vibrator had been droning steadily in my ears, unnoticed as I went about the pleasant chore of sucking him off. Now, as I steadily manipulated the rod of his prick with my lips and my tongue and my fingers, I felt it singing its song against the filmy panties that so beautifully framed the cheeks of my ass. I felt those cheeks being spread by his hands. The vibe tingled in the dip between them. I paused with my lips poised above the head of his cock as I waited excitedly for what I knew was coming. His finger touched the puckered circle of my asshole. It slipped in. The vibe, held in his other hand, moved closer.
The muscles in my buttocks tightened spasmodically as his finger moved in and out of the tight little tunnel of my asshole, going deeper with each thrust, and then he pulled it out. I bit my lip as the head of the vibe tingled between my buttocks, against the same little circle his finger had vacated. The tingling became a throbbing as he pressed it harder against the entry to my rear. The throbbing turned to dull pain — and then the pain was gone. Vanished. The vibrator was inside my ass. I could feel my every nerve reacting to the fluctuating pressure inside my rear. The pain had changed to pleasure. I returned to the sucking of his cock.
As I circled the head of his cock with my lips and began once more to masturbate him with my fingers, I felt the humming vibrator dig deeper and deeper into my asshole. The tight little tunnel was yielding to it slowly but surely, and the sensations that shook my rear were quickly transmitted forward to my cunt. He eased the vibe out, then shoved it in… deeper! The cheeks of my ass quivered around it. He moved it in slow fucking strokes, strokes that I matched with my lips and fingers. The vibe moved faster in my rear. So did my lips.
It may have been an inch deep, it may have been six; I don't know. But I could feel it with every pore of my body. I could feel his breath against my naked upper legs, harsh and unsteady. And suddenly he forced the big vibe so deep inside my asshole that I felt a searing pain so unexpected that I threw my head back and gasped… just as sparkling come squirted upward from the eye of his prick.
He held the vibe deep inside my wiggling butt, pleading urgently for me to get back on his cock and suck him dry, and I bit into my lower lip until I felt a trickle of blood. I licked it away. There was come there, too, from the first gush that had splashed against my face.
As the strangely sweet pain faded from inside me, I took his cock back into my mouth and pulled gently on it until the last spurt of come had died away; and as I did so, I felt him slowly ease the vibrator out of my rear. My rear still tingled, even after it was gone.
Then I snuggled up girlishly beside him, knowing I'd get mine later, when he could get it up again. I always did.
As I cuddled there in his arms, my fingers stroking his naked chest, I looked down at the vibrator that lay beside his leg. It was silent now, but I could still feel its pulsing inside my rear.
Such a big thing. So immense. So much bigger than any cock that ever existed. It was a wonder, I told myself, that any girl's cunt could handle it. Even more of a wonder that a girl — especially a small girl like me — could take it in the ass. That thought made me smile. There's been a time, and not too long ago, when it would've been too much. Far too much. A time, even, when I'd felt sure I couldn't even bear taking his cock up my rear.
I reached down to touch the silent vibrator as I thought about the night he'd showed me I could.
We were lying in bed, naked, looking at a book of dirty pictures he'd brought up from his room. It was about a month after we'd made it for the first time, and I was just beginning to learn about the things that really turned him on. Looking at dirty pictures was one of those things. He had a real collection. This was one of the best, all in color, and full of beautiful broads making it with guys who were hung like mules. I had my hand on his cock and could feel it getting harder each time he turned a page. I was turned on, too.
"Ever see a girl take it like that?" he asked, stopping at a two-page sequence of color photos that showed an unbelievably statuesque young blonde being fucked in the ass. I blinked as he held the book up so I could see more easily. I'd never known a girl could be fucked back there. But this girl was.
The first photo showed her standing and bending forward at the waist, her head resting against a table of some sort. Her hands were behind her, gripping the cheeks of her ass and spreading them wide. Her voluptuous tits hung beneath her. Behind her stood a naked man, his cock aimed at the ass she held ready. In the next photo, he stood with his groin pressed against her buttocks.
He might have been simply fucking her from behind — except that in the following photos they had somehow managed to show the penetration of his cock. The head of it rested against her brown little asshole in one. In the next it was gripped by the rubbery-looking circle. Other photos showed him reaching beneath her to hold her big, delicious-looking tits as he fucked her in the ass. Close-ups of her face showed her lips drawn back from her perfect white teeth, as if she were coming.
"She really looks like she's busting her nuts, don't she?" I heard him say, and tore my eyes away from the pictures. He looked very excited: I turned the page. "She must be some kind of freak," I said. I felt his hand stroking my cunt.
"Lots of women, like it that way. Lots of women'd rather have it in the ass than any other place," he said, rubbing his hand down across my cunt and reaching so far between my legs that I felt the tips of his fingers touch the smooth globes of my ass. I realized, then, that he was hinting he wanted to fuck me there.
"Are you trying to tell me something?" I asked bluntly. He kissed me once on the lips, his hand still stroking, then said, "Only that a lot of women like it in the ass. You might be one."
I said dubiously, "I'm afraid it'd hurt like hell."