‘Listen carefully. I want you to move your feet back a little so that you have space to move your arm down and then I want you to put your usual touching fingers on your clit. I want you to bury the tips against your bud and I want you to hold them there as I dock the slippery tip of my big shiny cock into the fold of your sex lips.
‘By the way, you needn’t bother protesting about that, either, because I know you’re ready for it. I saw how wet and swollen you were between your legs when you staggered over to the table just now. So get on with it, but remember, when I press into you, to keep your hand still because I want you to get yourself even more excited thinking what it’s going to feel like when I begin to enter you properly. I want you to hold back until you’re so turned on, you can’t help moving your fingers, can’t help masturbating yourself right in front of me.’
Anya had to close her eyes tight to shut out the shame before she could obey this latest, incredibly explicit command, but she did do it. Snaking her right arm back and down, she slid her hand up into the fork of her legs to find her clit and the moment she made contact, she felt an escape of viscous fluid drip down her two extended fingers like honey.
She felt very big there, too; much more engorged than usual. A moan escaped her lips at the pleasure of the touch and then straight away it was followed by a deep groan as Tori probed the unyielding fluted end of the dildo forward between her reared-up thighs and pressed it, gently but insistently, into the soft split of her vulva, creaming her backward-facing labia open around it.
As Tori held it there, just as she’d promised, Anya’s mind reeled. If it felt so breathtaking just like that, how on earth would it feel when the whole of that monstrous thing was all the way in her?
Her stomach was full of butterflies now. The waiting was torment; she could feel the suspense rising and rising inside. She was glad she was lying down because she was sure, if she had been upright, her legs would have given way completely. And, out of nowhere, a truly coarse picture came into her head of her standing up straight with Tori holding the dildo right on the edge of entering her, just the way it was now, and her fainting away, causing the entire rubber shaft to horn up inside her, all at once. Right to the shield hilt.
And suddenly she was aware that her fingers were rubbing away distractedly at her quim. It was appalling, but just as Tori had wanted, she had got herself so turned on she was actually openly diddling herself in front of her.
She was caught doing it straightaway and immediately felt Tori’s hands on her bottom. Cupping a buttock in each palm, Tori began to circle her arms in opposite directions, alternatively pulling Anya’s twin cheeks apart and then pressing them closed together. And the way she did it, each time she opened up her bottom crease, it caused her pussy lips to gape wide open and then, when she worked it shut again, it squeezed them deliciously tight together again around the dildo end.
She carried out the manoeuvre maybe half a dozen times just by itself and then the next time, without warning, she inched her hips forward as she opened Anya up and popped the first ring on the dildo inside her elastic-tight labia, making her moan out loud.
All inhibition cast aside now, Anya began to grind her fingers into her throbbing clit, doing it ferociously just so that she could bear the sensation as, relentlessly, Tori’s hands began to move together again, slowly piling her intimate flesh up all around the massive rubber intrusion.
When her hands started to move apart again, Anya tried to brace herself ready this time, but still she couldn’t keep from making a sound as the second ring was remorselessly eased into her. Once, twice, three times more she had to suffer the shocking introduction of ring shafts before Tori paused to ask, amusedly, ‘Do you feel full now?’
‘Yes, yes. Really full,’ Anya just managed to pant out, no space inside her for breath.
‘Well, you should have taken better note when I showed you the dildo before because first of all there’s this –’ she tugged her hands apart more roughly and to Anya’s disbelief worked a sixth ring into her ‘– and then there’s this.’ She did it again, forcing ring number seven forward, just managing to cram it in.
Anya was going crazy now, her fingers beating like a whisk.
‘I’m going to start moving now,’ Tori informed her, dispassionately. ‘I want to get you used to it because you need to know that when I finally give you permission to orgasm, I’m going to fuck your brains out with this thing.’
As Tori attempted to withdraw the shaft, Anya’s head tipped back, her mouth a silent O of sensual distress as her whole behind spasmed involuntarily as, one by one, each of the rings was pulled out of her. On and on, it quivered until just the tip remained, then Tori made her suffer all over again by slowly inserting the dildo back inside her. Then she did it all over again, and then again, until, before long, she was stroking in and out of Anya steadily.
‘Keep touching yourself!’ she commanded. ‘Keep rubbing hard as you think what it’s going to be like when I finally tell you you can come. Keep going, keep going! But wait until I say!’
‘Too late!’ Anya suddenly groaned despairingly. ‘I can’t help it. I’m there already.’
It was true. Completely out of her control, waves of pleasure were pulsing out of her belly now, rippling through her so strongly that she knew that, even if Tori forced her to stop touching herself right there and then, she was still going to climax violently.
Tori laughed wickedly when she learnt of Anya’s predicament and straightaway she grabbed hold of the girl’s hips and began to ride into her so hard that it nearly lifted her feet off the ground.
Again and again she slapped her muscular hips up against Anya’s soft buttocks until her juddering cries made the walls ring. On and on, Tori stroked the dildo rings in and out of her as fast as she could go, making her fanny lips vibrate with such speed, they actually thrummed loudly.
The stimulation was so intense, Anya thought she really was going to pass out. Then, from somewhere far away, she heard a voice bellowing like a beast and realised it was herself, being transported by the most gut-wrenching, body-wracking orgasm she’d ever suffered.
She remained prone on the table for a long time after the fierce come. Partly because her heart was still pounding like a drum from the force of it, but mostly because she was incredibly embarrassed by the amount of noise she knew she’d made and couldn’t bear to face Tori.
Eventually, though, she had to move and, levering herself back upright, she turned and braced herself, blushingly, for the comments on her behaviour that were surely due – and she wasn’t disappointed.
‘Well, well,’ Tori quipped, ‘thank goodness the neighbours are away. They would have been reporting me for keeping wild animals!’
During the wait, she had been busy removing the dildo strappings from around her middle. Now, though, she paused before unbuckling the final one and, surprisingly, Anya thought she detected a trace of nervousness in Tori’s body language, a hint of indecision even.
She was right, too, because Tori had to clear her throat before she could confide quietly. ‘Actually, that was very trusting of you – which is why I want to show you the same kind of trust, now. I’m going to share something with you, but you must promise not to spread it about, OK?’
Anya nodded her agreement, though she was completely mystified.
‘I don’t know whether you twigged,’ Tori went on, ‘but most weeks I’ve deliberately displayed myself to you in the showers and afterwards in the changing rooms, just to get you hot. I’ve seen where your eyes always go, so I’m sure you’ve been wondering why I keep my pubic hair like a forest. Well, there is a reason for it and I’m going to show it to you now.’
Saying that, she slipped the final belt free then slowly lifted the dildo base away from her sex and the moment Anya saw behind it, her eyes opened like saucers.
In the enclosed space where the thick rubber shield had been strapped against her skin, Tori’s delta was soaked with perspiration and
her normally springy mat of pubic hair unnaturally compressed. In truth, it was so wet and flat it was slicked back into a parting, completely revealing the scarlet cleft of her vulva. And there, standing right out from the top of her exposed quim, was the biggest, most incredibly prominent clitoris Anya had ever seen.
‘Oh, my God!’
‘Now you know why I keep my hair so bushy.’ Tori sighed. ‘I have to hide this away from general view whenever I’m undressed. So, go on, say it; I know it’s what you’re thinking. It looks like a little cock, doesn’t it?’
Anya couldn’t deny it; it did. Tori’s actual clit itself resembled nothing more than a smooth crimson helmet that stalked out of her, the size of a tongue tip with the pushed-back, wrinkled collar of its hood surrounding it to form its ‘foreskin’.
Tori sat herself down in a nearby armchair, sprawling back deliberately with her legs spread lewdly apart so that Anya could carry on staring with undisguised interest at the engorged mini-erection dangling fatly out of her. Revelling in the attention, she cupped the focus of Anya’s lustful gaze gently in her palm and toyed with it loosely for a while before breathing, huskily, ‘You know, the second thing people usually say is to ask if they can touch it and, I have to say, I was rather hoping you were going to too, as I’m very, very horny now. So, what do you say? Do you want to have a go?’
All Anya could do was nod once, still too shy to openly admit that, at that precise moment, touching Tori’s amazing nub was what she wanted to do more than anything else in the world.
‘Come on, then,’ encouraged the seated girl, beckoning Anya to drop to her knees between her feet. Taking her right hand, she guided it carefully between her thighs and instructed, ‘OK, so it may look like a tiny cock, but that’s not how you treat it, all right? You don’t wank it like a man’s penis; it’s more like a pinching action. Thumb on one side, forefinger on the other. Yes, that’s it. Now, squeeze the hood so it wipes over the swelling, then ease it back again. Ummm, that’s good. That’s very good.’
Tori’s own hands dropped away, leaving Anya working all on her own. She’d been right; it was completely different from masturbating a man. For a start everything was much more slippery, so that the hood of flesh slid back and forth frictionlessly over the oversized cherry of her clit itself. That, in turn, meant there was no way she could ever get a real hold of that sensitive inner tongue. Every time she brought her fingers together, the copiously lubricated protuberance slipped out of grip, retreating and escaping.
However, she must have been doing something right because Tori’s eyelids soon started to flutter shut. She began to clench and unclench her fists on the chair arms. Something told Anya to go a little faster, a little harder, now, and when she did Tori ran her fingers through her hair distractedly.
‘Oh, yes,’ she crooned, ‘that’s perfect.’
Another minute and Tori was squirming about on the seat, unable to keep still. Again and again, her knees swung shut and gripped Anya’s kneeling body tightly as her thighs contracted and relaxed with ever quickening rhythm.
‘Just like that,’ she half ordered, half begged. ‘Keep going just like that.’
It was obvious to Anya that she was taking Tori to orgasm. In fact, she was sure Tori was right on the very edge of coming and all she had to do was be a good girl and keep massaging away just as she’d been told. But just as Tori slowly began to arch back on the chair, straining every one of her ripped muscles towards the moment of release, she realised there was something she really yearned to do.
Unable to resist the urge, she pulled her fingers away at the last moment and buried her head deep between Tori’s thighs. In one scoop, she swallowed the whole bulb of Tori’s clit into her mouth and began to suck on it like it was a half-eaten lollipop, mercilessly licking the sticky marble of hard flesh with her tongue.
The effect was electric. Tori instantly buckled forward over her, hissing brokenly, ‘Oh, you bitch, you bitch, you darling little bitch!’ Then the first jolt of climax hit her and her whole body convulsed violently, from head to toe.
Relishing all her newfound power, Anya sucked on Tori remorselessly as she went through her crisis, inflicting terrible anguish on her, wringing wave after wave of jolting ecstasy from her until, at last, she allowed Tori to slump back in the chair, completely spent.
It was only then that she finally released her lips but, as she did so, she couldn’t help making a rude slurping noise as the seal broke. Tori was still basking in the sultry afterglow of her climax but nevertheless she sounded unmistakeably pleased with herself at the way her little scheme had worked out, as she fixed Anya with heavy-lidded eyes and murmured, ‘Isn’t that just the sexiest sound in the whole world? If that doesn’t turn you on to going with girls, nothing will.’
‘Actually, I’m really not sure,’ Anya responded with mock seriousness, enjoying Tori’s look of disappointment before hitting her with the punchline.
‘I really think I’m going to need a good few more tries before I make my mind up. So, how about inviting me over again this Saturday evening?’
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