I'll never get this up to date at this rate. Writing about it makes me so se-e-e-exy! No use trying to keep a diary-diary. This has developed into a sexual diary, and it may as well be just that.
Yes, I remember very well what happened after Miles unplugged himself from my spermy back-passage. Determined to punish me, keep me full and keep on and on until I cried for mercy and surcease, Erik ordered Lois to strap on the dildo and replace Miles behind me. My flesh flinched. "O-h-h-h… n-n-nnoooo…" What I wanted and needed was a climax of my own!! But I could not get at myself, tied as I was, kneeling in the chair. And obviously they were not about to help me by so much as even touching my poor twitchy throbby ditty.
Lois advised Erik very positively that she was not the kind of girl. Who was interested in playing man and screwing another girl! He reminded her that she had, and she began to sob! All right all right then, Erik muttered, don't obey me and play the other man with her. But I want that thing in her.
"Just. Hold it in your hand," he told her angrily. "Shove it in and out of her until she shrieks for you to stop. Then go right on. Neighbor," he told me, patting my head as if I were a pet, "your ass will not be without a moving plug for one hour!"
"O-o-o-o-ohhhh," I groaned. "So-o-ome-e-e-annn to meeeee!"
Lois grinned, approaching me with the long plastic cylinder, all lumpy with imitation veins and swollen at the tip. It was like a man's organ, a shiny BLACK man's organ, and considerably larger. They ignored my pleas and the bitter tears of anguish and fear that blurred my eyes. I did not want that thinggg in meee! My tender rear-cheeks burned from the pounding of Miles' hairy groin. My anal canal was open, I knew, stretched obscenely open and filled with his sperm. I could feel it drooling from me. I could feel, too, the looseness of the squeezer muscle that makes all our rectums so surprisingly strong.
Lois vanished from my view, behind where I knelt bound, with my haunches helplessly and lasciviously up-lifted and displayed. Trembling and groaning; I lurched forward in a ridiculous attempt to escape. Stupid! The chair tipped, and I screamed at the thought of my head and naked defenseless bosoms bashing against the stone floor. She pulled me back: a hand slapped onto my flinching left rear-globe, steadying me. "Ummm… noooo… oh-h-h-h, no-o-o-o-ooo…"
She speared that (COLD!) dildo into the deep cleft between my rump's large white demiglobes. Then, easily because Miles had opened and widened me back there, and lubricated me with his liquid spurting seed, the dildo entered. It swept aside my weakened anal sphincter and plunged it up into my cringing bowels.
"Yaaaaagggghhhhhhhhaahhhhh!"
She pushed it iii far, far, shoving steadily. I screamed, arching the supple litheness of my forcibly bowed body in another futile attempt to escape. eeyiiiieeeemrgghhh! She drew it far back, too, but never allowed it to leave me, to give me a moment's rest. She kept that hard plastic knob ever within the soft cringing smarting heat of my pain-suffused back.
Oh, treacherous biology! Oh, treacherous body! The cold, unnatural invader was hateful, an insult, a humiliation, a plastic dildo wielded by a girl who did not want sex, but was only obeying the orders of her Master! But… my body accepted it… opened to accommodate it… and then…
welcomed it!
Powerless to control myself, hating myself, I crammed back, thrusting the white cheeks of my harshly-plugged rump against her hand. Ahhhhh! The dude sank deep. It was… delight. And it was A-G-O-N-Y, buried to the hilt in me, buried to her knuckles so that they pressed my firm hemispheres, all the way up my back. Never had I dreamed that my hungry-to-be-probed anal aperture could accept and revel in being riven and pierced and plumbed by eight or nine inches of cold, unfeeling plastic!
Gasping in surprise at my reaction… perhaps in disgust… she agitated the thing within my bound body. She… she fucked me with it, and I moaned as her hand moved; happily, dizzily, lasciviously skewering myself on the full hard length of that obscene, pistoning male substitute. I was astonished at the size of it… and at my ability to accommodate such a size. But I gloried in it and its terrible length and breadth as it hammered steadily into me.
"Urn… unnnhh… nnngghhh ngngnghngngnggh!"
She pounded it harder, jerking it in and out. I wept and sighed and screamed in pain and ecstasy as it bored into me. Both pleasure and pain grew in intensity in me. I knew my nipples had erupted into hard, thick pink points. Pain hammered within me as it went on driving in and jerking out. I tried to concentrate on the lurching, yet rhapsodic feeling in my belly. Something like a sensual delirium embraced me, and my mind began to create a fantasy…
It was not Lois behind me, not a woman. It was not a dildo in me, a black dildo of astonishing dimensions. It was… a man… and since the dildo was black… My brain reeled and fantasized, and I was being ass-raped by a huge black man with a thick, nine-inch black organ!
Now he was ramming me to the accompaniment of my shrieks and cries. Surely hating me, panting with his exertions, he rammed it hard into the moist quivering furrow of my back, with all her strength. I mean his strength. "Owww! Yeeeghhaaarrrh! Yoweeeeooomnnngngngnnn!"
Tense spasms shook my body. My breasts danced, abrading their lower tender curves on the back of the chair. I heard a roaring sound that was solely within my head. Fiery tingles pranced about within me. I remained just at the point of erupting, of completion and satisfaction.
But I could not force my body over the edge into thrilling release!
It had gone on and on… for a seeming eternity… I could not gain the final electric thrill… Nor could I stand to hold back any longer, teetering on the edge…
I was suspended in the neverland between painful sensual arousal and climax! I heard myself screaming, pleading…
Behind me, he/she too was calling out, begging…
"Erik! Erik,please! So tired… It's been twenty-five minutes, Erik… my arm aches… oooooohhhhh…"
"Your ar-ar-ar – uh – ARM!" I grunted, without sympathy.
"Five more minutes for you, Lois," Erik called from somewhere, and she popped the plastic penis out with a liquid plop… and then Jammed it back into my rectum! Yeeeeeeeekhh!! My stomach rippled and gyrated. I was itching, palpitating, in the very core of my unopened virgina. I mean vagina. My mouth hung, open. My eyes were dull and lackluster. My face was streaked with tears, my long and tangled hair hanging before and about me. My breasts heaved, trickling sweat.
"Unh… unh… uhuhuhub… unh… AH… uh-uh-uhuhuhuh…"
But-I-could-not-come!
My head sagged and lolled, as though my neck were broken. In and out. In and out.In… and out and in and out-t-t…
A prisoner of passion, I wept and screamed and panted and pushed, striving desperately for orgasmic release. In and out… cramming it on and on into the marshy, surely bloody pulp of my poor stricken anus…
I groaned, trying to beg, when Miles came down the steps. He walked over and bent to kiss me. (It was nice.) "Please," I sobbed. "Please! My… my clitoris… help me… It's agony agony…"
"Sorry," he muttered, touching my swollen nipples wonderingly. "Orgasm is forbidden to you, slut." And as I wailed and sobbed aloud, he went around behind me. Lois collapsed onto the bed with a sobbing sigh.
I echoed her sigh as Miles began to slide the dildo in and out of me. It was bigger than his organ, bigger than Erik's. Fatter, and longer too. And I was taking all of it. All of it. For thirty minutes now… after Miles had driven his prick in and out and in and out of me for… how long? And that had been only a warm-up!
Forty minutes. I cried like a baby. Thrills and flickery little spasms of pain… involuntary tremors of lecherous ecstasy… Fire surging in my belly: pleasure… fire glowing in my anal niche: pain!
(Niche? By then it was a gaping GULF!)
Spasms… tremors… ecstasy/pain; pleasure/delight…
Help… help me… help… stop… helphelphelphelpheh…
The world spun about me. I swept and shuddered and hung there, on the barbed fence, just a few feet away from the lovely green and golden pastures of delicious orgasm… Pain… pleasure…
Ooooob-h-h-deeee-ee-earrr G-G-Go-o-o-ood…
Forty-five minutes…
Excited by what he was doing to me, by the sound of my quaking moans and groans and sobs and the wincing jerks and tremors of my body, Miles achieved another erection. A heroic achievement, so soon after his recent spurting into me! He removed the dildo, and there was a moment's glorious, awful, wonderful terrible emptiness before he slid his hard cock easily into my back. He groaned, snarling and complaining that the hole he smoothed himself in was big as a sewer pipe…
I hardly felt his presence in me, only his crotch violently thumping my buttocks as he hurled himself up my back in a desperate quest for friction.
Fifty minutes…
I was blind with lust and need, the muscles of my thighs and calves and tensing as I ground my body back against his. I agitated myself wildly, plunging and heaving, ramming myself fiercely backward. The mouth of my anus repeatedly swallowed his cock and tried its best to clasp and suck it strongly. Panting, I rocked my hips. I abraded my wrists on my bonds, striving to get a hand free to slap it to my own clitoris. I wept and pleaded. I made my hugely opened and expanded anal chink circle around and around his burning swollen tool as he whipped it in and out. Surely my cries and gyrations beneath his driving body would have done credit to a… a professional!
(Un-sane thought: Are there professionals who want it only in the asshole?)
My body was an inferno of unsatiated lust and terrible burning need, need. I was sure that one touch, one little touch on my throbbing clitoral bud would have sent me on an orgasmic trip farther and faster than Apollo 15!
But… I… couldn't…make it!
I passed out.