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Just Like in the Movies Ch. 01

By: keeperoflacy



I had been waiting on this package forever. I ordered it a good three weeks ago, and had started to wonder if it had been lost in the mail. The FEDex man handed me the package, gave me a, "Have a good day," with a smile, and left me standing in the door.  

"Yes, and you, too." I almost wondering if he had any idea what was in my package. At any rate, I closed the door behind me and looked at my purchase. It had been an internal battle; I was twenty-two years old, a college student, in a good relationship with my boyfriend, Justin, and I was still a virgin. To make matters worse, I had never masturbated in my life. When I was younger, I used to put the ball of my ankle under my foot and rock back and forth, but it was just play. I had no sexual sensations from it; it was just something to do to pass the time. 

Justin has gone out to eat with some friends of his after class. I was home by myself when the box came. I took it to the kitchen table, grabbing a knife on my way over, and carefully tore into the package. A few tissues flew up, a few boards, and there it was; my brand new vibrator, the same one that Amy swore by. She was the one who suggested I try this in the first place. A very sexually-experienced person, if you know what I mean, dragged it out of me in the back of our class one day that I was an all-around virgin. She said, "There's no shame in trying it, Lacy! Here," and she wrote something down on a piece of paper next to her. "Go to this website," she pointed to the link she had written out, "and then get this." The Beginner's Pleasure Plus. Sure, Amy. I was embarrassed that we were even having the conversation, considering how I was raised. My father was the deacon of our church, and my mother taught Sunday school. God forbid they ever found out what I was doing. 

I took my new toy out of its careful packaging, and caressed it curiously. It was smooth, made of rubber, with little "ticklers" at the end. It looked like a clothes hanger. I wasn't even sure, at first, how to use it. I was trying to reexamine my own anatomy in my head, and then laughed out loud at the thought of myself. Here I was with a vibrator, and no way of knowing how to use it! I was going to wait, but I figured since no one was home, it was going to be now or never. I would figure it out when I got to the bed, I was sure.

I wasn't sure how I should feel. I knew Justin kept some porn DVDs under the bed. The only reason I knew was because he had asked me before we moved in together, "Do you mind my having them?" and said it as though we would be watching them one day together. We still haven't. But needing inspiration, I popped one out and put it in the DVD player, one titled, "Hardcore XXX." I fast-forwarded past the commercials and clicked on the play button. While I waited for the movie to get to the good part, I took off my shirt and pants, let my hair down, and sat down on the bed.

Removing my socks, I watched the setup of the scene; a doctor examining his patient. Her nipples were erect through her bra, and she pretended to "accidentally" gently elbow his crotch. He gave her a sensual look, and looked down at her chest. I watched, eager. I had also never watched a porno. I was losing all virginities today...

I watched the doctor take her bra off and suck on her tits. So I obliged in the same manner. I took my red lace 38C bra off and let it fall to the floor. The room was a tad cold, so my nipples were quick to erect before I had ever touched them. And I gingerly began to caress them, lightly pinching them, and rubbing them occasionally. Watching the doctor on the monitor, I salivated onto my fingers and let them stroke my nipples again. This continued for several minutes as my tits got harder, and somewhat sore.

Then, the doctor changed his tune. He took off his patient's pink thong and threw it to the floor. He then put two of his fingers inside her, three, then four. While going in and out of her with his fingers, she was clearly wet. He then put his mouth on her, aggressively sucking her clit, and she was making it obvious with her moans that she loved what he was doing. Well, it was my turn.

I took off my red lace panties and let them fall next to my bra on the floor. I took one last look at the door and listened for any sign that Justin might be ready to open it. Nothing. So I progressed to my pussy with my fingers. I was wet! How could I have been? I never even felt it! I wasn't even sure I was completely turned on. At least, I wasn't, until...

...I allowed my fingers to caress inside the folds of my sex. And I knew it then; arousal. This must be what it feels like! I laid my head down to the side so I could still watch the movie, but I had very little interest in it anymore. I was too focused on my own body. My sex was throbbing, pulsing with feelings I had never before experienced. I almost wanted to stop, but the other part of me wanted to continue on even more. I brought my other hand down then to meet my other. With that hand, I rolled my clit between my fingers, tickling and teasing it, much like I had my erected nipples. The sensations were too much. Gosh, how would I ever stand a vibrator?

My vibrator? I had forgotten all about it. As the doctor began pounding his patient's pussy, making her moan and cry out in pleasure, I was almost thinking, wait for me! My shaking hands scrambled around to the end table for some batteries. The pleasure and arousal wouldn't allow for anything but haste. I had to keep going! I put them in the vibrator, and it wasn't hard to figure out. The long part went into my pussy, sliding easily in from the wetness my excitement brought, but also painfully from my never having been penetrated. That made the ticklers land directly on my clit.

I turned it on, and it turned me on, even more. I began moaning in synch with the patient and the pulses surging through my no-longer virgin body. I wanted as much of the rubber as I could get inside me, but I had to wait. As good as it felt, it was painful. But I had to try. God, it felt too good not to. Slowly, I glided the toy in and out of my sex, my pleasure making movement difficult. My head fell back to the pillow. I shut my eyes tightly, and tried to breathe. It was difficult to keep silenced, and I finally stopped trying to be. I let my groans and gasps of pleasure escape me as the pulses kept ripening. I brought my other hand to my tit and grabbed it, holding onto it as though the vibrations would pull me apart. I couldn't bear it anymore. I was falling deeper into that provocation all the time.

The doctor began spewing his white seed all over the woman's face, and my own juices began flooding on the bed. The sensation was indescribable. My whole body felt as though it was floating, and my head was spinning with the ambiance of my orgasm. My whole body shook as the feelings palpitated throughout every inch, seeming to reach the top of my head and leave from my toes. I was covered in sweat, and utterly exhausted. But it was worth it. God, it was incredible.

I didn't have the energy to turn my vibrator off. When I awoke, it was still vibrating in my newly-penetrated pussy. I'm glad Justin didn't walk in then. If he had, he never would have let me live it down. The movie was still going, this time on a girl getting her ass pounded into the ground. I turned it off with the remote on the end table and put it back in its rightful place. I put my clothes on and went into the living room as if nothing had happened, but not before washing and hiding my new toy. I put it under the bath towels in the bathroom closet, and proceeded to my computer to work on my term paper. 

"Have a nice day," was what the FEDex man said.

And it was.

This was how I first started out; a little vibrator in a mail-order package. And that day turned out to be the beginning of a thrilling, satisfying, and terrifying life. 

Just Like in the Movies Ch. 02



I had been masturbating for a couple of weeks, at that point. I had fallen in love with my lunch break between classes, when I would get the change to make my way back home to lock myself away in the bedroom. Justin was wondering what I had been up to when I stopped going to lunch with him, as we did nearly everyday. Amy had suggested the vibrator of choice, with its ticklers to land on my clit, and its handle to quiver inside me. Everyday was the same, however; I would pop in Justin's porno that he had no idea I had been watching, pinch, lick, and blow on my tits to harden them, and then give my little secret toy all the passage into my sex that my perverted mind desired. Sometimes, I would get so frustrated and antsy that I would show the entire thing into my body to pulsate inside me, or I would push it as hard against my clit as I possibly could. Sometimes, I was even left sore. 

Over time, it wasn't enough; it was time to order a new edition. I had been watching Justin's porn just to be watching it to see what I could learn to pleasure myself even more. In one of his nastier DVDs, I saw things I was curious to try. One in particular had a woman whose husband bought her an array of toys; among them, an inflatable butt plug. I was nervous, but my inquisitiveness overcame it. That night, I made my way over to my computer with my credit card in hand, and I ordered a pretty little pink one, one that wouldn't actually stay little. I couldn't wait to get it, literally so to the point that I bought an express delivery package to go with it. I celebrated my new purchase by masturbating with my vibrator each day at lunch.

The day came, and with it, me. The FEDex man came to my door once again, gave me a, "Have a good day," just as he did before, and I made my way into the bedroom to play.

I locked the door behind me, stripped down to nothing but my black lace bra and panties, and popped in my porno. I went directly to the woman whose husband had bought out the store for her. I watched closely to see exactly how it was done. However, being the apprehensive person that I am, I had to warm myself up first. I rubbed my tits through my bra first and then let it fall to the floor. I salivated onto my fingers and blew on my tits to erect them as much as possible. Over the course of the weeks, they had begun to grow sore, which made rubbing and pinching them even better. After they were fully erect, I continued to roll them between my fingers. I was so wet. I reached down and gathered up some of my juices to rub onto my nipples, licking off what was left on my fingers. God, it felt amazing. It didn't take me long to figure out that I was one of a breast fetish. Sometimes in class, sitting in the back where I did, I would cross my arms so that no one could see, and I would just massage my nipples through my shirt. God forbid anyone ever see me doing it.

I had been watching the man and his wife for quite some time by then. I was eager to get to my new toy. My throbbing sex was begging to be abused, and I couldn't wait to see what it would feel like to have that plug in my ass. But I was determined to play it out just like in the movies, so I waited. When I followed along with the screen, I could pretend like I was there and some man was taking advantage of my arousal. When I saw the man reach for the plug, I paused it to open my package, desperate to get busy. My excitement had become too much for me to handle, and I had to release it.

I slipped off my panties and turned the movie back on. The girl had been turned on her stomach, but when I tried to push my plug in at that angle, I couldn't accurately reach myself in a way that I could maneuver it inside. So instead, I laid on my side and relied on my touch to ease it in. Oh, it hurt so bad at first! But I loved it. I couldn't believe that I loved pain. It took a few tries because of the pain. The pressure was so much, but I couldn't wait to succeed and have it inside me. If the process of putting it in was so pleasurable, how good was it going to feel once it was inflated? 

And it was in. The pressure was amazing! I took a moment as the man on the screen sucked on the woman's sex to finger the extra space in my ass. It was so small, but I knew that was about to change. He reached for the woman's pump, and I reached for mine. One pump. Two pump. Three. Four. Five! Oh my God, it was amazing! It hurt like a mother, but the sensation from the pain and the pleasure mixed together was more than I could bear! But what was going to happen now? It was just going to sit there? That wasn't any fun! So, just like the man who was manipulating his wife's sex, I reached for my vibrator under my pillow when he reached for one of his own to use on his wife. I worked my own into my pussy, which didn't take long because of how wet I was, and laid my head back on my pillow. I had never felt so full, so amazing, so incredible. The pressure of the vibrator and the butt plug smashing my two gratification points sent me to a point that I had to fight off the orgasm. Oh, the feeling! I found myself muttering, "Oh, fuck," over and over again. "Oh, fuck. Oh my God." And my moans were rising above the sounds of the woman in her own sexual satisfaction. 

I regained myself and pushed back the orgasm enough to turn on my vibrator. I turned it on full blast, not bothering to go into the higher speed at a steady pace. I was too turned on to wait. Immediately upon turning it up, I cried out. I hope to God the neighbors didn't hear. And I didn't stop. I was crying so loud, but I didn't care who heard me. The feelings were too enjoyable to contain within myself. I moaned and cursed until I felt the feeling I had worked for; that climax that left me shaking and gasping for air. I couldn't even wait to catch my breath before pulling out the vibrator because it felt too good. My clit was so sensitive after that, I didn't even want air on it. It wasn't painful; it was just far too good to touch, and I was too weak to, anyway. As I sometimes do after a heavy orgasm, I fell into a hard sleep. I slept through my next class.

When I woke up, my cell phone was ringing. Still feeling a little shaky, I reached over to pick up the phone. My caller ID said it was Amy. Great, I thought. It was just like her to call me in the state I was in, with a plug still inflated in my ass and a sticky vibrator between my legs.

"Hello?" I mumbled sleepily.

"Hey, Lacy! Were you asleep? You sound tired."

"Yeah, I was." I didn't lie to her, hoping that she'd get off and let me go back to sleep.

"Awww, I'm sorry," was her only response to having disturbed me. "I was just curious where you'd been going after lunch. I guess you're at home, right?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Well, I just remembered what I suggested a while back. You're not... are you?"

What was I going to say? The thought crossed my mind for a split second that maybe she had heard my screams, or maybe someone else did, and it was all over campus. That was all I needed; to the called the campus whore. But I was, wasn't I? The things that turned me on might have very well disgusted everyone else. Pain? Ass plugs? I doubt people would find that normal.

"No, of course not," I said, with an air in my voice that told her I was lying.

"Well," she said, "I'm going to the adult store in an hour. I thought if you wanted, we could go together and look at some stuff for you to experiment with."

"No, I'm not interested." I was determined to keep my secret shame to myself.

"Are you sure? Really, Lacy, everyone does it. There's no shame in it."

I thought for a moment. Amy masturbates, and obviously has no problem with it. She was so comfortable talking about it, I might as well trust her. If nothing else, she could teach me some secrets. I never found myself very fond of her, anyway. I liked her, but we were just two very different people. I was modest and quiet; she was loud and extroverted. At any rate, I didn't care too much about what she thought of me.

"Yeah, alright," I said. "Why the hell not? I'll see you in an hour."

"Great! I'll come pick you up," she replied. "See you soon, Lacy."

Click.

I took a quick shower and put my clothes on; a black turtleneck sweater and jeans. I didn't dress like normal people; "normal" being the tank tops, the miniskirts... I enjoyed being a little different. Who would think someone like me capable of pleasuring myself?

I had just written a note and left it for Justin when Amy pulled up and honked her horn. I grabbed my purse and went outside to greet her.

"Ready?"

"Yeah," I answered. "Where are we going, exactly? Will people see us there?"

"If they do, who cares?" she started the car and began backing out. "And it's a little store on a corner about ten minutes away. Not a lot of people go there."

I was relieved. Really, this was my secret, and Amy's now. If it ever got out that I was shopping at an adult store and got around to my religion-fanatic family, it'd kill them. They'd swear I was possessed by a demon. I had to keep it to myself, and I hoped to God that Amy wouldn't tell anyone.

"Hey, have you and Justin fucked?"

Shock! "What?"

"Have you had sex with your boyfriend of over a year now?"

"No."

"Why on earth not, Lacy?!"

"I'm just not ready to!" I argued. "I'm a virgin, and it doesn't bother Justin that we don't do it."

"Sure, he may say that. But you know, he's just going to end up getting it from somewhere else. And you know he jacks off."

I had never wondered if Justin masturbated. I was too fascinated with my own practice, and the thought had never crossed my mind that maybe he was doing it, too.

"You wouldn't know that."

"Men have to, dear," she continued. "Their balls get sore and swollen if they don't spew a seeds once in a while."

Her way of speaking made me cringe. "I've not ever heard that."

"Well, they do. I promise. I don't know why you two won't just do it."

That thought HAD crossed my mind. I was enjoying sex by myself. I wondered how much more fun it would be like to have an actual dick inside me. And Justin, I knew, wasn't a virgin. He would definitely know how to treat me. But I wouldn't even know how to initiate that conversation. Hey, Justin, want to fuck me? Sure, let's just come out and say it like that. He would laugh at me.

"Show him signs that you want to do it," Amy said. "Let him come home to find you lying in bed in a little sexy negligee. Put a condom by the bed. Do something to let him know you're interested! Christ, you can't expect him to read your mind."

"Read my mind? Geez, Amy, I didn't know you could. What makes you think I want to do anything with him like that right now?"

She smiled. "I'm not stupid."

I began to argue, but she had already pulled over and announced that we had arrived. I looked around. I had expected to see some huge sign that said XXX, or something similar; something that would make me hide my face from passersbys on the street. I guess, though, that people who went there were just regulars and always knew where to find it.

The store was huge, much bigger than it appeared to be on the outside. There were aisles of movies, and the whole back of the store was closed off with racks that had different signs hanging above each section: BONDAGE. FEMALE. MALE. FETISH. VIBRATORS AND DILDOS. GAY/LESBIAN. I cringed at seeing them all. Why on earth had I agreed to be in a place like this with a person like Amy? 

"Let's go," she said, seeing the trepidation on my face and grabbing my wrist. "Come on!" She seemed so excited.

"I don't know about this anymore."

"Yeah, you do. Maybe we can find something for you and Justin to use!"

I sighed and allowed her to lead me over to the FEMALE section. There, I saw toys that none of my internet searches turned up; suction cups for nipples, clit ticklers, a spinning tongue, among the biggest dildos I had ever seen in my life. I find it hard to believe that any woman's sex could be stretched large enough to house one of them.

"Lacy!" Amy called. She had made her way over to a rack of toys without my having noticed. "Come look at this!"

I walked over to where she was. She was holding a plastic package that said Jaws. Below that, there was a caption that read, It will never let you go. It showed a woman with nothing on but an orange thong, and what appeared to be a bulge in her underwear. 

"Gross," I said. "What is this?"

"It's a vibrator that's attached to the panties," she said. "It will stay in you as long as the underwear stays on. And a man can go in your ass with a thong on. Imagine Justin's surprise when he goes in your ass and feels a little tickle!"

"No, Amy!" I argued. "This is disgusting." Secretly though, I didn't want her to know that I was curious. She must've known this, however, as she gave me a you-know-I'm-right-and-you-want-this look. I was obviously defeated.

Giving up and sighing, I asked, "How much is it?"

She smiled, pointing out the price marker to me. It was on sale; $19.95. I could swing that...

We looked for a few more minutes. I had a credit card, and Amy knew I had been fucking myself at home. Where else was I going at lunch? She had to know, so I went crazy; I bought nipple clamps, a double-dildo, and a gag and rope bondage set. After my over-hundred-dollar purchase, I was allowed a free vibrator, anything priced at my cheapest purchase or under. Since my cheapest purchase was twenty dollars, I was able to get a pretty decent vibrator, one with a much larger diameter than the one at home. I swiped my card through and waited for Amy to finish with her purchase. She wouldn't show me what she had picked out. She just said, "It's an initiation present for you." Whatever that means... 

Once we were back in the car, Amy said, "How about going over to Victoria's Secret and finding something for Justin?"

I wasn't going to argue. I had let loose and didn't care what Amy saw me doing or buying. She was going to keep a secret, just as I was going to keep her own. I just nodded, and with a smile, we turned up another road.



Just Like in the Movies Ch. 03



"Hello, girls," a store greeter said. "Is there anything we can help you find today?"

I started to say that we were just looking before Amy interjected with, "We're looking for negligee."

With a smile, the woman pointed to a corner. "There are a few racks over there. You might find some on the sales racks, too. Let me know if you need any help."

Amy started over to them, and I followed after muttering a shy thanks. 

"What size?" Amy asked.

"I'm not sure," I answered. "How do the sizes work, exactly?"

"Some go as a normal pants size would," she answered. "Others are the typical small, medium and large."

"Okay, then," I replied. "Try a five and a medium."

"I think you could wear a small, Lacy."

"You think so?" I looked down at my stomach and patted it. "I don't think I'm a small."

"You're perfect." She smiled and continued searching through the lingerie. I started looking, too. I found some that I really liked, but I still wasn't too sure about the sizes. I was too nervous to ask if I should try one on, but I didn't have to; Lacy asked for me.

"How about this one?" she said, holding a blue lace bra and thong set up with a matching silk robe. "It's really sexy. And I'm sure it'll fit you." She held it up to me, and I stepped back, slightly embarrassed. "You need to try it on, I guess."

"I'm sure we're not allowed to."

"So we'll ask."

"No!" But it was too late. She had already stopped the greeter from before and had asked the question.

"Yes, the dressing room is over there." She pointed to an open door. "There are several dressing rooms in there. Just choose one, and yell if you need anything. We ask that our customers leave on their underwear when trying on lingerie, though."

"No problem," Amy replied. "Come on, Lacy."

Disgusted with myself, we went into the corridor and saw that all of the rooms were empty. Amy walked right into the room on the end, the biggest one there. She called me over and she shut and locked the door. I had never changed in front of her before, but I didn't have any problem with it then. 

She mimicked the woman. "'Leave your underwear on.' God! Go ahead, Lacy. You won't know how they really fit unless you take everything off."

"No way! Other women might have done the same thing! Nasty..."

"Nah. And even if they did, it's not like it's all that disgusting."

"What are you talking about?"

"Just do it! I promise, it'll be fine."

I hadn't minded CHANGING in front of her. Stripping down to nothing but my nakedness was a little unnerving. Reluctantly, I agreed, and removed my shirt, shoes, and pants before standing there in my underwear.

"Go ahead. I'll look away if it's that big of a deal."

"Look away." Amy sighed and turned around. I had pulled my undergarments off before I noticed she was watching me in the mirror she was facing.

"Sorry, Lacy," she said shamefully, and quickly looking down. I had never seen her so trepidated before. I glared at her before slipping on the blue thong and bra and then putting the robe over myself. 

I blew off the incident. "How do I look, Amy?"

She turned around. "Gorgeous."

"You don't think I look fat? I think I look-"

And she kissed me! She freakin' kissed me right there in the dressing room, while I'm standing there wearing practically nothing but a smile. Of course, I wasn't smiling when that happened. I quickly jumped back. "What the hell's wrong with you?!" I shouted.

"Keep it down, dear!" she said urgently. "I'm sorry. You're just..."

"Just... what?" I was so angry. Not that it had happened, but that I had noticed she was an excellent kisser, even if it had only lasted for a second. I was angry that I had enjoyed it, and she had done something that I enjoyed.

Her typical smile returned. "Are you going to try to tell me that you didn't like it?"

She knew I did. And it disgusted me; I was a little wet.

"Just let yourself go," Amy said, her words low and soothing. "Come on. You're curious, aren't you? So come on."

Justin had some porn of lesbians under the bed, among his collection. I had never gotten around to watching those. "I wouldn't know what to do."

"I'll show you."

Wasn't this considered cheating on Justin? Maybe not. We were, after all, just curious, right? Surely. Amy might have been crazy about sex, but she was the straightest person I knew. She liked to talk about penises. A lot.

Amy sensed that it was alright to go ahead, and she walked over to me and kissed me again. She slid her tongue inside my mouth, and licked my lips. She moved to my neck and sucked hard. I jerked away. "Don't."

"Why?"

"How would I explain a hicky to Justin?"

Amy just smiled her Amy-smile and just gently kissed on my neck. "We'll go slow," she whispered. "You're a newbie."

Amy put her hands on my tits and bounced them up and down. Having someone else do this for me was a whole different feeling. It tingled, and I had to close my eyes. Otherwise, I would have moaned out, and I didn't want to own up to the fact that she was incredibly "talented." I nearly lost my self-control, however, when she pulled the cups of my bra down under my breasts and began rubbing my tits. She rolled them around in her fingers, stretching them and pulling them gently. Then she brought her mouth down on my left nipple and began sucking it while still rubbing the other, and my satisfaction was no longer secret. I let out a sighing moan and let my head fall back. I was breathing heavily as she gently pulled on my nipple with the suction of her mouth and tenderly bit down on me. She then switched sides, seeming eager to please me.

I felt Amy's hand slid off my left nipple and find my drooling pussy. She slipped her finger through my folds outside my panties, and I groaned even more than before. "Shhh," she said. "I'm glad you're enjoying this, dear. But you can't be so loud. Someone will hear us. Alright?" I sighed out an okay, and she continued to explore my wet sex. I began rocking in rhythm with her fingers gliding around me. This in motion with her tongue still adventuring my hard nipple sent pulses through my entire body. I had never gone this far with anyone before. I had hardly pictured my first time being with another female.

Suddenly, without warning, her fingers were inside me. I threw my hand over my mouth to muffle my cry. She slid her fingers in and out of me, finding my g-spot easily, and caressing it with easy pressure that made my whole body quiver. "I have to sit down," I said between pants. I was feeling weak from the pleasure. As I sat on the bench in the room, she turned to her purse and pulled out a package. She stripped down to nothing, just as I had done. She threw her pink rhinestone thong to me, and I grabbed it like a savage animal and smelled it with all my might. Her sex smelled of sweat and feminism. 

I had laid my head back and closed my eyes. When I looked back up at her, she was standing in front of me with a contraption strapped to her waist; a dildo. I was too overwhelmed with the arousal of my own body to even ask what she was planning. My only thoughts were of that next sensation, and I didn't much care how I got it.

Amy kneeled in front of me and put her nose to my sex, inhaling deeply. "So sweet," she mumbled. She put her fingers back in me, and I again had to put my hand over my mouth. I still had her panties in my hand, and I moaned into them. She was patient; she waited until I had adjusted to one thing before moving onto another. After several moments, she proceeded to slip my thong off. She smelled of it, too, before tossing it to the side. She put the fingers she had had inside of me in her mouth and sucked them tenderly. After gathering up more of my wetness on her fingers, she brought them to my lips, and I kissed them, tasting the salts of myself. She slipped back inside of me, never breaking eye contact. And then, I couldn't contain myself anymore; she had brought her mouth down to my vagina, and was mercilessly sucking on my clit. I cried out, and she put her free hand over my mouth, shushing me. I couldn't stand it! Several minutes passed of her gently biting and sucking. Occasionally, she would lick me from the bottom of my sex to the top. Still fingering me alongside this was too much for my body to bear, and I let out a wonderful sigh that let her know I had gone as far I could go. My body was floating, as it always does, but this time, I felt warm all over. I collapsed back against the wall. 

Amy gave me a moment to rest. Breathing heavily, I said, "Did I do good?"

"Excellent, gorgeous," she said. "Now, come down here and lay down in the floor."

She wasn't done? I was far too sensitive to keep going. "I don't think I can do it."

"Yes, you can. I know you can. Come down."

She took my hand and gently pulled me to the ground, all the while ignoring my protests. It's not like she was raping me, not at all. I wanted it, but I really wasn't sure how I would hold up. I was so sensitive after an orgasm, I didn't even want to put my underwear back on. But she insisted, and when I was at home, I would go another round if I had the strength and willpower to do it. Now that someone else was doing it, I might be able to go through with take two. And if I did, I knew it would be fantastic.

Her strap-on was quite large; a good foot long, and a circumference of about six-ish inches. I took one last look at it before closing my eyes and lying my head back. Amy spread my weak legs for me, and laid on top of me. I felt her penetrate me, and I let out a meek cry; I was too enervated to do much else. I panted heavily, exhausted. It didn't hurt; it was just like what I had done at home, the same feeling, multiplied by ten because of just having had an orgasm. My breathing was so heavy; every inch of my body seemed to be quivering in pleasure. It was so much to bear! Amy slid in and out of me, slow at first, and then speeding up. I didn't know how I was going to handle much more. Waves of pain and pleasure pulsed through my oversensitive body.

And then, there it was; the most mind-blowing orgasm I had ever experienced. I couldn't keep silent, and I didn't care who heard me. Amy tried to put her hand over my mouth, but to no avail. I cried out in pain as the bliss carried me into a alternate being. I wasn't in my own body anymore. I couldn't even feel my body. Slowly, a warmth fell over me, and I returned to a physical state. My whole body was numb, and I was dizzy and faint. Amy must've had an orgasm too, because she was leaning up against the bench I had earlier sat on and was panting, too; just much lighter than I was. 

We both jumped when we heard a knock on the door. "Is everything alright? Do you need another size?"

Had someone heard us?

Amy easily muffled her difficulty breathing and replied, "We're fine. We had a little trouble... figuring out how it went on. We'll be out soon."

As soon as her steps had faded out of the room, Amy laid down next to me. She kissed me on the forehead and said, "Well done, baby."



Just Like in the Movies Ch. 04



I was sitting on the bed with my new collection sitting around me; my vibrator, my nipple clamps, my double-dildo, and my bondage set. I knew what Justin liked from watching his porno collection. He was into what some would call sick stuff; roughage, restraints, and to my surprise, a touch of sadism. Even though I liked discomfort, I wasn't into actual pain. Sometimes, I liked it when it was in the heat of the moment, but I didn't want something that would make me scream out in pain as the women in the movies were. I was also sitting there in my new blue lace lingerie set. It's not like we could have put it back anyway, after Amy and I got pussy juice all over it. I knew Justin would be coming home soon, and I couldn't wait. Today was going to be the day.

Amy had made a good point. If Justin didn't get it from me, he might go try and get it somewhere else. Isn't that, after all, what I had done? I was remorseful for what had happened, but I thought that what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. Amy and I had only been curious and caught up in a moment of ecstasy that ended in an explosion. I never pictured losing my virginity to another female, but the moment became too much for us to resist. I wondered, however, if Amy had coaxed her way into the dressing room with me with a sinful goal. Sin... My God-fearing family would just die if they ever found out what deeds had taken place yesterday.

On the plus side of all that had happened, I felt as though I would be ready for Justin. Still nervous, but I had a hint of confidence confided away within me. I knew I could do it.

When I heard Justin's car pull into the driveway that night returning from work, I turned on the porno I had in the DVD player. I was thinking that if something happened that I got confused or didn't know what to do next, I would have my models on the TV to show me. I didn't want this first time to go wrong. If it did, Justin might be disgusted with me and never want to have sex with me again. And if I did end up liking it, like I was sure I would, I would want to give him a reason to keep coming back. 

A door slam. Steps. A key in the door. Whistling. A, "Lacy? Are you asleep?"

"No," I called back. "I'm in the bedroom." A pounding heart engulfed me, and with it, nerves. That hint of confidence turned into reluctance, and I was scared. But it was too late to do anything about it now. Even if I had managed to hide the toys in time, I'd still be standing there in my little blue crotchless lace set. Or vice versa, but I'd never be able to explain the array of erotic toys on the bed. My heart jumped to my throat when I saw the knob on the door turn.

The door opened with a wide-eyed Justin. I watched his confusion form as he took in the scene; his girlfriend in sexy lingerie, surrounded by toys unsuitable for children. 

"What's all this?"

I smiled to him. "I went shopping yesterday. I just thought you might want to see what I bought."

He dropped his satchel and slowly walked toward me, a smile spreading on his face. "Does this mean you want to?"

No, Justin, I want to open up my own sex shop. "Of course, I do!" But then I thought, what if he doesn't really want to? What if his smile was only amusement? At that notion, I was expecting him to start laughing at me. I was sure I was going to hear that he wasn't interested. "Don't you, Justin?"

"I do," he said, taking his shirt off. "Just as long as you're ready. Some of these things," he picked up my clamps, "seem a little advanced. You sure about this?"

I blushed. "I just know what you like."

He looked at the movie playing on screen, and I noticed a bulge in his pants. "You think you know what I like because you watched my collection?"

At that thought, I had to laugh. "Well, then come over here and I'll find out what you really like."

Justin walked over to the other side of the bed where I sat. I felt the bulge through his pants, applying gentle massages while the bulge kept growing. His pants wouldn't contain his size much longer. I unzipped him and released his cock from the opening in his boxers. He wasn't completely hard yet, so I knew I would have to work if I was going to see his true size. 

I spit on it and held a tight grip to him, racing my hand to erect him fully. Little sighs were escaping him. When the actress on television engulfed her man's dick in her mouth, I knew it was my turn. With nerves still playing with my stomach, I wrapped my lips around him, slipping my hand down to his sac to gently bounce his balls around with my fingers. I tried to take in all of him that I could, struggling to keep my gags silent as his length reached the back of my throat and tickled my reflex. I took him in and out of my mouth at first; slowly, then much faster. 

Justin had reached his full size, and I could no longer take all of him into my mouth. When I had to stop trying, I began sucking on him fiercely, as if trying to draw his come out before it was ready to emerge. I could taste what I was doing to him, however; his pre-come was enticing my taste buds as I was tasting the salt of a man for the first time. All nerves had left me, as I was so comfortable with Justin. He gained experience in high school that made it easy to believe that he would call all the shots, which took a huge weight off of me.

I escaped him, taking a moment to look at what my efforts had produced. I had never imagined what Justin would look like. Now, I could see how large he was. He was much larger than any of my dildos, and I became scared that I would never be able to take him inside me. He must've been a good ten inches, with a length around the size of a large cucumber. It turned me on even more, even if I wasn't sure how his size and mine would cooperate.

He looked down at me, and I expected him to kiss me. But he slapped me! He slapped me and said, "I didn't tell you to stop, bitch!" I was taken aback. Had Just really just hit me? My shock subsided, however, as I should have known that he liked things rough. I had known it anyway, and I just hadn't fully prepared myself for it. The thought never crossed my mind that he might just take our first time as the opportunity to act out his fantasies. 

After that, I anticipated another slap. It's not like he had really hit me that hard. It didn't even sting. But then, he looked angry, and he grabbed my hair and thrust himself into my mouth. He gagged me, beyond what I was able to silence. I didn't want this! Did I? I found myself oddly wet, but maybe I had been before he grabbed me. He thrust himself deeper and deeper into my throat, and I was sure I felt him go even farther. I was gagging and drooling, and gasping for breath. He would occasionally take his cock out of me and give me a moment to take a few breaths, but not enough that I could protest. He knew I didn't want to; I was enjoying being abused.

"Take it all, slut!" He was shouting at me. He leaned his head back and his sighs became heavy. He enjoyed hurting me, and I enjoyed being hurt. It was too much to take in. The ecstasy of the moment was escalating. 

I wasn't doing it right; I had pissed him off. With his grip still tight to my hair, he threw me my it so that I was laying on my stomach on the bed. 

"Turn around," he said. "Go on."

He didn't sound manipulative that time; just authoritative. I turned to face him, laying on my back, and I saw that he was furiously trying to rip apart the nipple clamps I bought from their package. I was eager to please him, as my own cunt was throbbing. His cock, I could see, was pulsing, too. We were both enthused and impatient.

"You want to be abused?" Justin was still desperately clawing at the package. "Do you?!"

I gasped a feeble, "Yes," and tried to catch my breath. "Do whatever you want."

He smiled an evil smile, and finally had the clamps ready to use. He didn't use them right off, however. He laid them next to my head on the pillow, much to my frustration. I wanted him to use them, but he apparently wasn't ready. He instead tore my bra and panties from my body, and I was left in nothing but my robe. He exposed my chest to the cold air, causing them to stand like mountains from my body. Justin swallowed up my tit with his mouth, pulling and biting roughly with his teeth and lips. He massaged my other tit with his spare hand. The pain radiated in my chest, more pain than I was used to. I cried out in pain and delight, and reached my hand down to my clit.

He grabbed my hand to stop me. "No," he said. "You don't do anything without permission! Understand?"

"Yes."

"You want to touch yourself, don't you, bitch?"

"Yes. Please let me."

"No."

I was getting so frustrated, rocking my hips in an attempt to feel his cock that was laying on my stomach. "Please, I want to touch myself! Please let me, Justin. Let me, or do it for me."

"I said no! I can't have you climax too soon. Not before I do. " He grabbed my hands and held them to my side, continuing to lick my tits and do circular motions around my areola. He alternated between each breast. After a few moments of doing one side, I was able to relax, but I would always jump and moan whenever he would switch sides.

Each clamp was connected to a small red ball -- the weight of a pound -- and I knew each clamp would be tight. I wasn't prepared for their actual constriction, however, and moaned painfully at the first clamp. I was still moaning out when he attached the other. They were so tight, and they sent waves of enchantment through my core. 

Justin left me laying there. "Don't you move, you slut. Don't you do it." At that, he looked at the array of dildos strewn on the bed. He found my free vibrator to be appealing, and he asked, "Where do you want it, bitch?"

I knew what he meant. I knew wherever that went, his cock wouldn't. I had to choose. "My ass," I said. "Put it in my ass."

"You have to beg for it, baby. Do you want this in your ass?"

"Yes!" I was anxious. "Yes, please. Please put it in my ass. I want it there. Please!"

Justin laughed, and said, "Well, then, hold your legs up." I folded my knees upward, and spread my thighs so he could have access. I watched him spit on it for lubrication, and then that familiar pressure was felt at my opening. Justin plunged the vibrator into my ass with little regard for my tightness as not having been stretched or eased into first. I cursed, and thanked him. He pushed it in and out several times before turning it on, and I could feel myself building. I didn't last to have his cock in me; I climaxed and fell into a euphoric orgasm that left my whole body warm and numb, right down to my toes. My juices were flowing, and Justin knew I had been satisfied.

"We haven't even gotten to the main course, yet!" And without warning, he thrust his throbbing cock painfully into my sex. I was too weak to do anything but moan, and the sensitivity that followed after an orgasm left me unable to wiggle away from him. I loved and hated the feeling, with the pleasure once again overpowering my pain. With the clamps and the vibrator still in place, Justin began stabbing himself into me, too fast for my mind to keep up. I just breathed heavily, heavier than I have ever breathed, as I thought that my lightheadedness was from not getting enough air. Occasionally, a gasp or a groan would escape, and Justin would kiss me. I wished that he wouldn't, because I couldn't breathe when his mouth was on mine.

We climaxed together, for my second time. The second orgasm was even better than with Amy, because I could feel the warmth of his come spew inside me. His cock was pulsating, trying to free itself of every seed. Justin collapsed on top of me, and I was euphoric. We both fell asleep.