0 comments/ 64035 views/ 3 favorites The New Toy By: Coltrane He smiled to see her so excited. She was flitting around the room, first sitting, then standing, then leaning over him to kiss him where he sat, all before starting the process anew and returning to flit the room. She had heard about a new toy from a friend on the internet, and she wanted ever so badly to find one. He listened carefully, very carefully, with a considerable measure of interest. It was a butt toy, she said. But it has a ring around it at its base to slip down to the base of his cock. And it had something on the ring, some kind of surface that could rub her clit. Jennifer called the surface for her clit a beaver face. See, she told him, we slip this over your cock and you slide inside my pussy so the ribbed butt toy can ease inside my ass at the same time, both of them to fuck me with while the base of the ring around your cock rubs my clit. She was almost beside herself wanting to find one and try it. Jennifer says it's sooooo good, she giggled. And her hubby took some pictures, too. Would you like to see her pictures, she asked, smiling with an unabashed evil look. And would you like to take some pictures of me, of us, to send to Jennifer? He sipped his wine and let her stew. But she knew she had him, and she knew he wanted the new toy as much as she did. Maybe not to experience it himself. Maybe to see her experience it, to experience it with her. "Okay," he told her before she jumped into his lap and straddled him. She covered his mouth with hers and pushed her tongue nearly down his throat. She didn't break the kiss as she hurriedly unbuckled his suit pants and almost ripped the zipper from its stitching. One of her hands held his head as her other lifted the short blue silk dress to her waist. Her pussy was bare and wet, soaked. Her hand gripped the shaft of his cock and pointed it with an experienced turn before she slid down on him quickly and completely. She ground herself into him, fucking him, taking all of him before she broke the kiss and whispered to him. "I've already ordered it," she told him. "Fed Ex. It'll be here tomorrow when you get home from work." His hands felt her ass and thighs clinch and work as she fucked him there on the couch. "Tomorrow, then," he whispered back. ***** The new toy was yellow. Steve looked at it occasionally where it lay on the bedside table. But he looked only occasionally because his wife, Amie, was between his knees on the bed playing with his cock. Maybe she caught him glancing at the toy once or twice but she recovered his attention by sinking the head of his cock deep in her mouth. His gaze would return to her quickly then and she would smile to him with her eyes as he watched her cheeks hollow as she sucked him. She was getting him ready and they both knew it. Amie had been a bundle of excitement since the Federal Express delivery that morning. She had called him late in the morning at work to tell him it had arrived. On the phone, he could hear her vibrator purring in the background as she told him how badly she wanted him and the new toy. He listened carefully, feeling his cock straining inside his loose fitting suit pants, knowing as he listened that she was on their bed with the phone tucked under her chin on her left side, knowing that the vibrator was in her right hand being stroked on its side around and over her clit. She came twice on the phone with him that morning. Lord only knows how many more times, he had told himself. Steve didn't move from his spot on the bed, lying there on his back, as Amie lifted her mouth from his cock and smiled. She began to move slowly, gracefully, turning herself until she was facing away from him on her knees. Her upper body came to rest on his legs, her knees spread wide straddling his lower abdomen, her ass high, cheeks spread, her pussy wet and slick and shiny, her puckered ass a serious temptation. "Look," she murmured, "Look and think about getting to feel and watch your cock inside me like this. Look and think about watching the toy stretch my ass. Look and think about me grinding down on your balls to rub my clit on the toy. Look, Baby, and anticipate." Steve loved to see her like this. Instinctively his hand found his cock to stroke it as she moved her ass over him. Teasing him, sure, but they both loved it. Amie moved downward before reaching back to take his cock and rub it over her pussy. The tip opened her easily and she settled down to take the head inside her. "Oh, so good," she purred. Steve reached down with his hands and spread her ass. Her tight ring stretched and opened as he spread her. He licked a finger and let it slip inside her ass as she held herself still, holding his cock inside her pussy. She didn't let that go on for long before she moaned again and moved downward off his cock and finger. Amie turned and stepped off the bed to get the toy and some lubricant. "Goddamn, it's time," was all she said. The new toy was a pliable, almost clear, yellow plastic. The shaft of the butt piece was ribbed, Steve thought, maybe even knobby. Amie poured the lubricant over the toy liberally, covering all of it, including the inside of the ring which she planned to slip over Steve's cock. She knelt beside him and took him in her hands. The tip of his cock peeked at them both from one side of the ring. Amie looked at Steve and smiled as she gently pushed the head through the slippery ring. She was being careful to not tug on him or pull the taut skin. Both her hands and the toy were slick and warm. Steve had wondered about the fit, but once the head was worked through the ring, the toy settled then at the base of his cock giving him the appearance of a gearshift attachment for his cock. Amie must have thought the same about the gearshift, because she giggled and asked, "Wanna try first gear?" Steve only smiled in response. Amie was quick. She took his cock in her mouth as she began to rub more lubricant up and down the butt plug. Her eyes held him as she sucked the head of his cock while she stroked both the shafts of his cock and the plug. She was double fisting the two things she planned to take inside her. Steve closed his eyes for only an instant. When he opened them, Amie was already turning to straddle his thighs again, facing away as she had before. He watched in amazement, lusty amazement, as she positioned herself while holding him and the plug. First his cock, he was first inside her. She held him in her right hand while holding the plug backwards with her left. The head and the shaft disappeared inside her smoothly. Her pussy almost sucked him inside. She moaned as she released the plug and let her slippery finger rub the ring of her ass. Steve watched the tip of her finger disappear inside her ass to the first knuckle. But it was out quickly; her hand recovering the shaft of the plug and aiming the tip at her tight rosebud. He had seen nothing like it. Her ass pressed back into the rounded end of the blunt plug until the first knob sank inside her. "Oh, my God," she moaned quietly. She leaned back more and took more of the plug. The plug bent in a slight curve as she took it and Steve's cock deeper inside her. "My God, my God, my God," she said aloud with palpable excitement. Steve watched it all as she took it all, all of him, all of the plug, all of them both until her ass was pressed down against him, only the hint of yellow plastic was left showing between the cheeks of her ass spread in front of him. There was no guessing between them about what to do next. Amie began to fuck him, to fuck herself, to fuck the plug, to fuck the base of the plastic ring, to fuck everything completely and earnestly, without even the slightest hesitation. In another time, Steve would say that this willingness to abandon herself to her passion was one of the things he loved about Amie most dearly. She wanted to live it all, give it all, and leave nothing behind. Amie shook and shuttered through any number of orgasms, all the while talking and moaning. Steve would later admit he concentrated on the 1976 World Series line-ups. It was the only way, he thought, to keep from cuming too soon. However they did it, they both moved hard and long until they both needed to cum one more time and rest. Steve's orgasm rose from deep inside him and made his balls feel as if they would burst beneath the yellow plastic and Amie's weight on top of it. His balls didn't burst but his cum did spurt from his cock in an effort to fill Amie's pussy. She felt it before she heard his distinctive cuming noises, so she changed her pace and fucked him more gently as her pussy milked his more than willing cock. He was catching his breath as she moved to place her feet flat on the bed beside his hips. His breath was still ragged and his cock softening as she rose off him. The plug was snug in her ass and moving upward with her, the ring slid along his now soft cock, leaving him for only an instant before the mingling of their juices feel from her onto him, wetting him in splatters of white, frothy puddles. She rolled to her side and melted onto one of the pillows, reaching back as she relaxed, easing the plug out of her ass. "Do you like it?" she asked smiling with her eyes closed. "Do they come in different colors?" he chuckled. They both laughed for a moment before she opened her eyes and looked at him. "I'll get you a towel," was all she said as she rolled off the bed and headed into the bathroom. ...The Unplugged End. * * * * * copyright, 2000. The New Toy "What's that?" It was unusual for her to speak aloud when bound, but the device in his hands was definitely a newcomer to their love play. In some ways it resembled a gun. It had a flesh colored barrel the size and shape of an erect penis, a chromed stock with a plunger-like trigger assembly, and a large red rubber sack, perhaps two quarts in volume, reminiscent of an enema bag. The sack appeared to be full, and traces of water vapor were rising from it. It looked more than a little threatening. He smiled. "I picked it up this morning." Still nervous, she asked, "What's it filled with?" "K-Y jelly, raised to a little over body temperature. Relax, you'll love this." He settled between her outstretched legs and squirted a trace of the jelly directly onto her labia, then used the penis head to rub it slowly over the inner surfaces. She squirmed slightly, enjoying the sensations but still nervous over what might come next. He squinted down at her mons, freshly shaved and gleaming from the lubricant he had applied. Presently he lowered the angle of the barrel and pushed it gently into her vagina. She gasped and shuddered as the device penetrated her. The warmth of it inside her was a pleasant surprise. He took a deep breath and began to pump the trigger rhythmically. The warm jelly began to fill her cavity. As it accumulated within her, she felt a preternatural lassitude and an unaccustomed relaxation. The warm weight gave her a sense of fullness infinitely beyond any she had known, a pure delight. She wondered if it felt this good to be pregnant, but decided it couldn't possibly. It took him several minutes to empty the bag into her. When he had done so, he reached behind him and produced a second new item. It had a wide leather belt and a thick rubber plug mounted adjustably on a crotch strap. He pulled the pump barrel out of her and quickly replaced it with the rubber plug, then pulled the belt around her waist and buckled it snugly. A moment later and he had tightened the crotch strap to hold the plug firmly inside her, preventing the jelly's exit. "How does that feel?" She was lost in the extraordinary sensations and could hardly bring herself to respond to his voice, but she slurred back, "Wonderful." He smiled. "I knew you'd love it." He undid her bonds and rolled her over onto her stomach. The slosh of the jelly in her abdomen gave her a momentary sense of dizziness and disorientation, but soon she was floating in her semi-dream state again. The pressure inside her, heightened by her own weight pressing down upon it, and the pressure of the rubber plug against her clitoris caused waves of excitement and pleasure to surge through her. This was like nothing he had ever done to her. He began to stroke her in long, smooth strokes of his fingertips that ran from her shoulders to her thighs. She spasmed back and forth under his hands, rocking her pelvis against the plug, traveling ever deeper into delirious bliss. At last she entered orgasm, but unlike any she had known, this one seemed to go on forever. His hands continued to travel lightly over her back, her butttocks, and her legs, as she surrendered consciousness and passed beyond this realm of bounded and measurable things. ----- "Where did you come up with that?" He was sitting on the edge of the tub, holding her hands as she voided herself of the jelly. It was taking longer than she had expected. He grinned impishly. "I saw that thing in Expressions, asked what it was for, and decided to take it." Her eyebrows went up. "Was that what it was for?" "Approximately. Did you like it?" She drew a breath and let out a long, shaky sigh. "More than I can say. Was that really just K-Y? I thought I was going to float right off the planet." "Well, with maybe a little something for emphasis." "Which was?" He grinned again. "Classified. I can't let you have all my secrets." She pursed her lips in mock disapproval and looked directly into his eyes, but he said no more. She was irked. "Well, if you won't tell me, I won't be able to do the same for you." He started a little at that. "No need." "Didn't we agree --" "Sweetie, this is for you. Just for you. Let's leave it at that, okay? We don't have to share everything. I get more than half my pleasure just from making you happy, anyway." His demurral was unexpected and puzzling. When they had first become lovers, they had agreed that anything one did to the other, the other would do to the one as well, so that no sadism nor power games might creep into their bed. And so it had been, for more than a year. Until now. She said no more, but she knew the topic would remain near the surface of her mind. ----- About once a month, she went to Expressions to peruse the "toys." The store was relatively new, but had already established itself as the premier vendor of erotic novelties in the region. She enjoyed her visits there, partly because of the way other, older customers, less comfortable with sex and anxious not to be noticed, reacted to her open smile and ready eye contact. She had no such problems. She wanted very much to see the pump?and?bag toy in its original display. She was all but dying to know what it was supposed to be used for. But she had traveled the length and breadth of the store twice without finding it, and was reduced to describing it to a store clerk, who seemed unable to determine what it might be. After the clerk had admitted his ignorance of the device, she smiled, thanked him, and left the store without making a purchase. She was more than a little puzzled. Had they only ordered the one, and not replaced it after he'd bought it? It was hard to imagine. He had used it on her thrice. Each experience had been a dreamy multiorgasmic delight. More than anything else, she wanted to know what the "filling" was. Even if he hadn't admitted as much, she would have known it wasn't only K-Y jelly. She would have given a lot for that little secret. As much as she trusted him, that stuff was going into her body, and she would have appreciated a detailed knowledge of the ingredients. As she returned to their apartment, she reflected that whatever the secret ingredient was, it had to be in the apartment somewhere. It would be three more hours before he returned from work. Perhaps she could find it, if she looked hard enough. ----- Like most households, their kitchen had a junk drawer, filled with the odds and ends that never seemed to belong anywhere else and therefore always ended up jumbled together. At first she merely pulled it open and looked at the obvious contents. Seeing nothing unusual, she was about to close it and move onward when an impulse prompted her to probe with her fingers at the back of the drawer, underneath a sheet of twist-ties. She felt something cool, smooth and cylindrical: a glass tube, like a small test tube. She fished it out of its place of concealment, trying not to disturb the other contents of the drawer too visibly. It was indeed a small test tube, stoppered at one end and filled with a translucent amber liquid of considerable viscosity. She looked at it for some time, trying to divine its nature without opening it, but presently admitted to herself that there wasn't much chance of it. Gripping the tube tightly in her left hand, with her right she pried out the stopper as delicately as possible. Immediately, the sweet-sour odor of cannabis indica washed over her, nearly overwhelming in its power. She had steeled herself to taste the oil if she couldn't identify it by smell, but there would be no need. The memory of a myriad late nights with her college friends, giggling, smoking and hugging one another by turns, was too strong to deny. It could only be THC extract. ----- The tub of K-Y sat in the bottom of their bathroom vanity. Even after three such adventures, there was more than enough left for a fourth, perhaps even for a fifth and a sixth. She thought only a moment before deciding that tonight there would be a turnabout, if only for the sake of fair play. She scooped a satisfactory looking amount of jelly into her large double-boiler, returned to the kitchen and put it on the back of the stove. She had already returned the tube of THC to its hiding place, certain it would still be there when the action began. Her pulse had begun to pound within her. She began to look forward to those festivities with a not quite wholesome degree of anticipation and excitement. ----- "Let me bind you tonight." He cocked his head for a moment, then looked up directly into her eyes. "Okay." She disimpaled herself from him and bade him to roll onto his stomach. He grinned and complied. Their usual bonds, heavy leather cuffs on straps, were attached stoutly to the four corners of their bed, always ready for use. She carefully secured him by the wrists and ankles, then pulled the straps tight, stretching him to the highest tension she could manage. "May I penetrate you?" "Of course." He poked his rump into the air as far as the bonds would allow. She slipped a fat pillow under his pelvis to hold it in its elevated position. Completely secured, anus exposed, he was the picture of erotic surrender. She had penetrated him many times, with a variety of toys, and knew that he would have no trouble accommodating either the pump barrel or the plug. Even so, before proceeding, she took a rubber ball gag from their play chest, inserted it deep into his mouth, and fastened the straps snugly behind his head. Even gagged, he appeared to grin in the semidarkness. "Wait here a moment." She fetched the pump from their collection and went to the kitchen. It took only a moment to bring the KY in the double boiler to a hundred degrees Fahrenheit. She pulled the tube of THC from its hiding place once more and reflected for a moment. If it were pure, it would pack a hell of a wallop. It was too late to ask him how much he had used on her. She decided to be conservative; surely three drops would be safe. The oil disappeared into the simmering KY immediately. She stirred it for a few seconds, then turned off the heat and poured it into the pump toy's fill opening. When it was filled to capacity, she screwed the fill cap on carefully and returned to the bedroom. He was, of course, as she had left him, and perfectly silent. She knelt on the bed between his legs, not touching him, and spoke softly to his back. "I found the THC." Immediately he spasmed against his bonds, and began to grunt protests. Her sense of excitement and unhallowed power did not yield before his obvious distress. Turnabout would continue. As he always did to her, she squeezed a little of the K-Y onto his anus and used the penis-shaped head of the barrel to lubricate and relax the opening. It was hardly a minute before he had returned to quietude. The time had arrived. Gently but firmly, she pressed the barrel into his anus. He did not resist. When it was all the way in, she began to pump the trigger as he had done, slowly and rhythmically, to fill him with her gift. It was a few minutes before the bag was empty. He never moved. As she withdrew the barrel from his anus she could tell that something was amiss, but tried to shove her worries aside as she plugged him, belted him and undid his bonds. When she rolled him over, two facts stood out: his erection, which looked larger and harder than she had ever seen it, and his eyes, which were completely unfocused, staring into eternity. She lay between his legs once again and took him in her mouth. Within seconds, he had started to spasm and spurt. She swallowed his emission and continued to minister to him, and seconds later he was spasming and spurting again. The pattern repeated about once every half?minute, until, after about a half dozen repetitions, he apparently ran out of fluid. She became afraid and released him from her mouth. His eyes were open but still unfocused. He revealed no sign of consciousness. In a sudden panic, she checked for his breath and heartbeat. Both seemed steady and normal. She began to try to rouse him, first with words, then with screams, finally with blows and frenzied shaking and desperate appeals to God, but all of it was in vain. ----- The evening passed slowly, but she had become accustomed to the silent and turgid passage of time. She seldom permitted herself to retire early; it would mean rising at an hour too early for any use. Sleep had become an elusive quarry. There had been nothing on television, and her library book, a highly reviewed recent mystery, had failed to capture her interest, making the hours drag by more stubbornly than usual. Nevertheless, she waited until ten to quench the lights and head for the shower. When she was clean, teeth brushed and hair tied back, she went to her bedroom, where all was in its usual state, including him. As ever, his eyes were empty and his face was slack. Only the ball gag, which these days was seldom removed, kept him from drooling copiously onto the bedcovers. She hung up her robe and set briskly to her evening ritual. In a quick and businesslike fashion, she pulled back the bedcovers, rolled him onto his stomach, penetrated him with a dildo, rolled him over again, waited the few seconds it took for his erection to crest, and settled herself onto him, raising and lowering herself at her pleasure. He did not move. It took her about fifteen minutes to bring herself to orgasm. As soon as she had come down from the peak, she slipped off him, pulled the dildo from his anus, pulled the covers back over him, still erect, and headed for the bathroom. As sensible as it was to use him for the only thing he remained good for, still she could not help but feel a little unclean afterward. -- The End -- The New Toy Wil gazed vacantly around his bedroom. There had to be something to do, surely? Finally his focus settled on the familiar shape of the chair he'd made in woodwork at school. One corner of his mouth turned up slightly as he walked over and straddled it, hugging it to him as though it were a lover. It was made from smooth dark wood, sanded to perfection. You couldn't hurt yourself on it, even if you wanted to. It had a remarkably soft feel to it when you rubbed your skin against it. No catches or rough spots anywhere, not even in the latticed effect on the back. Wil ran his hand down the outside of the chair back, feeling its firm softness. He looked up and sighed. Still bored. And lonely. What could he do? He stroked the chair once more before walking to his wardrobe and opening the door. An idea was niggling his brain but he wasn't quite sure what it was yet. He rummaged around the top shelf for a while until he found a shoebox - its lid taped on with clear packing tape. He pulled it down, the box just missing his head, and walked over and set it down on the bed. Eagerly he tore the tape off and flipped up the lid. Inside were all his old toys. Wil smiled as he picked through them all delicately, looking for the perfect toy to occupy himself with. In the end he decided they were all boring. He wanted something new. Something pretty. Something…shiny! ~^^~^^~^^~^^~^^~^^~^^~^^~^^~^^~^^~^^~^^~^^~^^~ In the store, Wil scanned the shelves, looking for the toy that fit his aforementioned description. Finally he found it. It was perfect. 'That's my man' he thought, grinning as he carried the new, pretty, but most of all, shiny, toy to the counter. It was bigger than his old toys in the box at home, and it was sure to be more fun to play with. ~^^~^^~^^~^^~^^~^^~^^~^^~^^~^^~^^~^^~^^~^^~^^~ When Wil arrived back home he was excited. He ran into his room, upended the bag onto his bed and stared for a moment. Finally he opened the lid of the plastic-windowed box and removed the toy from its confined space. Wil licked his lips. Fuck, it was incredible. It was getting him hot. So hot, in fact, that Wil decided to take all his clothes off. ~^^~^^~^^~^^~^^~^^~^^~^^~^^~^^~^^~^^~^^~^^~^^~ When Wil was naked, he stood the new toy on the chair and pondered how to make it work. He wasn't the type to go by the instructions - he liked to work it out for himself. In the end he came to be sitting on the floor, carefully threading a length of string tied to a very sharp needle through the base of the toy. When that was done, he sat it on the chair again and tied the string underneath the chair in a secure knot, then he stood back to admire his work. He prodded its head with his finger. It wobbled, but it would do. ~^^~^^~^^~^^~^^~^^~^^~^^~^^~^^~^^~^^~^^~^^~^^~ Wil walked towards the chair, his hand slick and his gaze fixed. He enclosed his palms around the purple glittery shaft of the 30cm long dildo and slid his hands up and down it until it was as slick as his hands were. Wil stood and straddled the chair again, his back arching as he slid down onto the head of the giant cock. He gripped the handles on the corners of the chair as he lifted himself a little, and then pushed down lower onto the chair. His eyes were closed, but his face was filled with lust as he continued lifting and pushing. When he was getting the hang of it, he slid his slippery fingers around one of the specially made holes in the back of the chair, and started alternating between pushing down onto the dildo and thrusting his cock into the tight wooden hole. Push and thrust. Push and thrust. But it wasn't yet far enough inside him. His breath quivered as he pushed down further onto the dildo, his muscles loosening a lot easier than he'd thought they would. 10 centimetres, 12, 15, 17, and further. By this time Wil was gripping the chair tightly, his entire body covered in sweat as he thrust desperately against the chair. Push thrust, push thrust, push thrust. Wil could hear the chair slapping against his balls and the skin around his cock. He could feel the chair sucking him in, his muscles squeezing and releasing around the dildo plunging deep inside him. He was more turned on than he'd ever been in his life, and he was about to come. He pounded hard and fast, his legs shaking and his head thrown back as the first waves of orgasm began to tremor through his body. His muscles tensed around the dildo as he rocked hard into the chair, moaning loudly, his cum flying straight into the wall behind the chair. He collapsed against the chair with a groan. His legs were loose and weak from the exertion and the intense pleasure, and he knew that they couldn't hold him for much longer, so he slowly slid up and off the dildo, and then stood back and stared at it in amazement. He couldn't believe he'd fit that inside him. But god it'd felt good! A pang of pain shot up inside him, but it kind of felt good too, so Wil walked carefully over to his bed and rolled onto it until he was sprawled out on his stomach. He was still breathing heavily and he was totally exhausted, but he was content. Wil took one last look at his new pretty shiny toy, smiled, and fell asleep. THE END The New Toy I just love dildos, vibrators and other sex toys; especially big, thick, long ones. Now don't get me wrong; I still have fun with real cocks, but there are times when I crave something larger. I get so aroused when my pussy is stuffed to the max because it sends me into multiple climaxes. Last week, I was thumbing through the Adam and Eve Catalog trying to decide what to get my husband, John, for our anniversary. When I came to the page with toys on it, I saw this large, flesh-colored, realistic looking dildo. The description stated it was fifteen inches long, with a circumference of three. My eyes widened as my heartbeat raced, and my mouth and pussy drooled. It was exactly what I was looking for and I had to have it, so I ordered it. I figured why not, the toy would be a new challenge. Something I could surprise my husband with, after all, he loves to fuck me with toys. I remembered the first toy he bought me. It was silver colored, eight inches long, with a circumference of two inches. When John turned it on, I blushed from head to toe, the darn thing buzzed so loud, I wondered if the kids could hear it. John assured me they could not, and began to show me what he could do with it. After a few minutes, I came harder than I ever did with my fingers, and nearly passed out. There's no doubt about it, following that night I was hooked, and began collecting sex toys. That afternoon while John was at work, I lay naked on the bed masturbating. The more I thought about how I could use the toy, the further I became aroused. I ran one hand across my throbbing clit as the other caressed and rolled my left nipple. I closed my eyes, purring, as I pictured myself shoving the dildo deep inside my hot pussy. Oh my God, I thought, my clit would explode from the excitement. I couldn't wait for it to arrive. I would hurry out to check the mail ahead of John. Nevertheless, when he asked, I made up excuses as to why I was in such a hurry. I recall the day it arrived. I nearly dropped the package and passed out from excitement. When John saw my reaction, he questioned me further, asking what was in the package. I lied, telling him it was a cookbook, and then ran into the bedroom. I carefully hid the package, walked into the kitchen, and pretended to be busy with the breakfast dishes until John left for work. After he left, I literally ran into the bedroom and tore open the box. Wow, I couldn't believe how big it was. Next, I gathered a large bath towel to protect the bed, as well as some lube. Following that, I stripped, lay spread-eagle on the bed, and lubed up the toy. My hands were trembling so much I could hardly hang onto it as I slowly guided it inside my wanting pussy. I just had to see how far in it would go. At first, the dildo was so big I could only get the head inside of me. Although it was a bit annoying, I tried to push it in further, but to no avail. However, I loved the way it stretched my vaginal orifice. It wasn't long until I was cumming like crazy, shrieking, "Oh fuck, this feels so damn good." Afterward, calming down a bit, I examined myself. My labia was swollen, tender, and my hole was pulsating and dripping with so much juice, it dripped down my ass, saturating the towel I was lying on. I slid off the bed with wobbly legs, and made my way to tub. After preparing a warm bath, I slid beneath its bubbles and thought about thing. It was then that I told myself, "I'll keep working on things until I can shove the whole toy inside me." Every day I practiced moving the toy a little more inside me. However, by the end of the following week, I was still frustrated because I couldn't get but three inches of the dildo in. Nevertheless, I soon became obsessed with trying, and I lost track of all time. That Friday, I was masturbating with the toy and didn't hear John come home from work. That was until, all of a sudden, he coughed and shouted, "Oh my God, Deana! Where did you get that huge toy?" I bit my tongue and jumped so hard that I nearly fell off the bed. With a quivering, breathless voice, I asked, "How long have you been standing there?" A devilish grin crossed his face and he replied, "Long enough to know you love that toy." He climbed onto the bed, kissed me hard, and asked, "Would you like some help with it, baby?" I could feel his love for me radiate clean down to the center of my womanhood. I flashed him a sexy smile and squealed, "You know I do." I then paused, bit my lip, frowned and said, "I was hoping to surprise you with this new toy on our anniversary. However, I think it might be a bit too big for my hole." John's eyes twinkled and he laughed out loud, and then exclaimed, "Don't be silly doll. I think you just need a little help. After all, you know how I love to fuck you with toys. I've never told you this before, but I wanted to try one this size on you for quite awhile." As John stripped, I thought of him fucking me with the massive toy. I quivered with excitement from head to toe. He instructed me to lie back on the bed, positioned a pillow under my hips, and then he grabbed the lube. John licked his lips hungrily and suggested, "I'll start slow at first, because I need to help you to relax those cunt muscles." I quivered when he poured a large amount of lube directly on my already drenched pussy. As he rubbed the liquid all over I asked, "Do I really need all of that, I'm already pretty wet?" John smirked and suggested, "You need it, trust me, because this toy is pretty big." As his right hand began to massage the muscles around my pussy, I began thinking of what was about to happen. I purred and started rocking my hips slowly. Slowly he entered my vagina with two, three, and then four fingers, gliding and flexing them. I could feel the muscles opening up; my clit throbbed as it swelled with excitement. He curled his fingers, pulling them outward, twisting upward, until they came in contact with my swollen g-spot. With the heel of his other palm, John massaged my mound as his thumb rubbed my clit. A warm sensation overcame me and I told him I felt like I had to pee. John assured me to hang in there, that the sensation to urinate was only temporary and would soon pass. My clit was rock-hard. I moved my hips back and forth and begged him to shove his hand deeper. With no warning, I was suddenly cumming with quick short bursts as the wave surged through me. I barely noticed that with each spasm, the muscles relaxed, and he shoved his hand deeper inside. As my climax subsided, he continued rubbing against my clit and g-spot. The sensation was overpowering, my clit got so hypersensitive and it hurt. I closed my eyes, bit my tongue, and then shrieked, "Oh, slow down, be gentle, let me catch my breath!" John flashed me a wicked grin and yelled, "No way baby, the fun just beginning!" Suddenly what pain I felt was mixed with an intense feeling of pleasure. I became euphoric with my mind veering out of control. I bucked my hips wildly and begged for more. He paused long enough to reach for the toy. He lubed it up and then placed more of the lubricating liquid inside me. John placed the dildo against my pussy and rubbed it the full length of my sticky slit. I rolled my eyes, as I was wild with lust now and shrieked, "Fuck me John! Ram that toy deep into my hot cunt!" He looked up into my eyes, licked his lips, and placed the head of the toy at the entrance to my vagina. "Get ready doll! Here it comes!" I was so wet and relaxed that the head of the toy slid in easily with no resistance. With one hand, John coaxed my inner thigh muscles to relax as the other kept a steady pressure on the dildo, stretching my inner folds more than they ever had been before. The temperature around me felt like it had raised fifteen degrees and I started to sweat. As John pushed the dildo in about two more inches, his finger worked over my clit. I felt like my pussy was about to explode in an earth shattering orgasm. All of a sudden, it felt as if the toy hit a barrier, and my pussy was unwilling to let it go further. A shot of pain rushed through me and I screamed, "Stop baby, it won't go any further!" John paused, stroked my thigh, and with a calm reassuring voice said, "Deana, you've only taken about six inches of the toy. I can tell your hungry cunt wants more!" He waited until I nodded it was okay for him to continue. Slowly he resumed working the toy in and out in short, fucking motions, and my inner muscles began to relax. As I looked into his face, I saw John's eyes wild with lust. He then instructed, "Work it baby, wrap that cunt around it like a cock, and let it in. That's it baby. Oh fuck, this is so damn hot!" Before long, I started fucking the toy and moaning loudly, once again on the verge of a climax. I rolled my head from side to side and shouted, "Oooooh fuck, keep it up! Deeper baby, I'm going to cum!" John fucked me hard and deep as he shouted, "Deana, open that cunt, wrap it around the toy, and cum baby!" With the toy buried deep within me, the next wave of a climax hit me like a freight train out of control. My body convulsed as the muscles of my pussy clamped tightly around the large shaft. I was cumming longer and harder, one right after the other. My whole body was soaked in pleasure and sweat. Every muscle was drained of energy and I collapsed in a puddle of quivering flesh. John withdrew the toy and it made a sucking sound as it popped out of my well-satisfied pussy. He then moved down onto the bed next to me, pulled me close, and kissed my lips softly as he ran his fingers through my hair. I could feel John's whole body trembling as his heart beat against my breast. He looked lovingly into my emerald-green eyes and whispered, "Wow that was awesome. I love you baby." I smiled and answered, "I love you too darling." I lay there within his arms for a few moments relishing in the joy of feeling totally satisfied. After awhile, I looked up into John's face, flashed him a smile and asked, "Shall we do a repeat performance on our anniversary, darling?"