0 comments/ 17509 views/ 3 favorites The Barbarian Ch. 01 By: Decovampire The Barbarian was an unwanted gift and it still lay in its carton below the bed gathering dust. Helen had laughed with embarrassment when her friend Sharon had presented it to her as a going away present. The mat black box had been placed right in the middle of restaurant table to the amusement of all her friends and a sly wink from a passing waiter. She immediately whisked it away and stuffed it in to the carrier bag with her other presents. When she eventually returned home, she tipped the contents out on to the bed, only to feel mortified once again by its presence. As well as being rechargeable, it promised many other things, including a naturalistic look and feel, a dual function control that allowed reciprocating motion as well as vibration, and a tireless motor: but best of all it guaranteed satisfaction. After a moment of staring through the cellophane window in the front of the packaging at the large rubbery phallus, Helen got down on her knees and slid it carefully under her bed, pushing it right to the middle next to her box of old diaries and childhood souvenirs. She wouldn't entertain the notion of using such a thing, but she felt obliged to keep it until she could dispose of it carefully. This would have to wait, as her journey to Paris the next day took precedence over anything else. After all she would be there for three months and careful planning for such a trip had been required and there were several things she had to do. The driver who took her to the airport smiled warmly as he dumped the bags in to the boot, as he felt sorry for this woman easing herself in to his back seat. She was obviously quite attractive, but no one had ever shown her how to make the best of herself. "The airport please!" she snapped impolitely. He nodded. Perhaps she had been shown he thought, but she just hadn't listened. Helen settled in the seat and adjusted her black business suit, she was determined to look professional, even abroad. Especially in Paris, where she understood most of the women were reputed to be very elegant. She didn't want her male colleagues to see her as a light weight. The driver looked in the mirror at her face, she was very pretty, but her uptight air made nothing of her full lips and big brown eyes. The way she sucked in her cheeks and pouted made her look angry, especially with her long dark hair pulled up above her head very tightly. Now there was woman, he thought, that wasn't getting enough sex, if any at all. Helen's sister Maria had been charged with looking after her house n Primrose Street. She had been ordered to visit it at least twice a week, but so far she had been around just once in a month. She had assured Helen all was fine and she had been there almost every day. Maria was nothing like her sister. Helen was calm and organised, whereas Maria was rash, passionate and clumsy. She was also bright and bubbly, slightly overweight and much more fun. Her sister's darker look were not shared either as Maria had short blonde hair that was cut in to a fluffy bob, with thicker crimson lips and big blue eyes. She had checked the downstairs rooms in a few minutes, there were no leaks, very few letters and still nothing in the fridge or cupboards that needed disposing of. She climbed the stairs to check the bathroom and then went in to the master bedroom and opened the window to let some air circulate. Just as she was about to leave her cell phone rang. It startled her a little, she didn't expect noise in an empty house, so when she tried to retrieve it from her bag she fumbled and dropped it. It bounced on the thick carpet and skittered under the bed. After a few seconds it fell silent. It was then that Maria found her sister's Barbarian. In an effort to retrieve the phone, she lifted the edge of the duvet and lay down on the floor, waving her arms about under the bed, her slight impatience lead to her knocking the phone further under. She heard it thump against a box. She stretched a little further, causing her T shirt to become un-tucked from her jeans. Carefully, she hooked her fingers around the container, drawing it gently forward, sweeping the phone before it. Soon enough both objects emerged from beneath the bed frame. At first she was happy just to check her phone, and after registering the origin of the missed call she looked down at the box intending to replace it where it came from. The realization of what it was caused her to whoop with laughter. "Well I don't believe it, my straight laced big sister with one of these!" Maria simply couldn't believe her eyes. Before her was a very large toy, a deluxe and rather interesting looking object, that had not yet been taken out of its box. It was still sealed with a strip of tape and Maria realized from the tag attached that this was an unwanted gift. It read 'You might need this in Paris, love Therese'. Maria had met her sisters friend Therese on several occasions , and realized it was probably part of a wind up and wished she had been there to see her siblings face. The monster in the box, put her own little hand bag friendly device in the shade. She was about to put it back, but suddenly thought it was a bit of a waste to have something like this to hand and allowing it to languish unappreciated beneath a mattress. Carefully she placed it before her on the bed, slipping a finger nail beneath the tape, and running it along until it carefully peeled away from the box. With equal care she hinged open the lid and reached inside. The Barbarian was held in place by wires which she cautiously un-twisted until the plastic member was in her hands. It was about eighteen inches long, flesh coloured, and shaped in a relatively realistic manner for the first six inches of its overall length. It had a large soft tip and a more ridged shaft, sculpted for the most part like a real cock, but with a series of radial ridges and small flexible nodes around the front of a rounded base. Below this as an ergonomic grip which contained the battery pack and controls. She noticed it was heavy, its ha a rechargeable battery and the charger was still in the box. She took it out, plugged it in and pushed the adaptor in to a little hole near the base. The red light on the charger flickered into life. The instructions informed her that it would fully charge in an hour. She licked her lips and placed the whole contraption on the bedside table. Then she went down stairs turned on the television and made a cup of instant coffee. Black with two sugars, she thought she might need the energy later. Maria checked her watch and climbed the stairs once again. Sure enough the charge light was flashing, indicating full power. She giggled and unbuttoned her jeans. Stepping out of her kitten heel shoes, she rolled the denims down over her full thighs on to the floor. Then she climbed on to the bed and pulled aside the gusset of her panties. There was a dark spot of moisture on the cotton, an indication of her excitement and anticipation. Her neatly trimmed pussy was already quite wet, a delicate coating of moisture made her lips glisten and had left the little bush of remaining pubic hair slightly sticky. Maria always got damp when she was excited, earlier in the day when she was shaving the area and trimming her remaining fuzz in to a neat little triangle she had brought herself off with the rounded top of Jason's shaving cream canister. Under normal circumstances she loved to hear him, her boyfriend lapping up her cum. But this was different, she was about to be unfaithful with her sister's vibrator. She thought of the little silver plated shaft lying unloved at the bottom of her bag in the car. Then she looked at the large rubber creature on the bedside table and thought it was about time she upgraded. She picked it up, discarding the wire, and flicked the switch forward. It vibrated in to life, then she twisted the base to the right and it increased its speed, then to the left it slowed down. On maximum it as very powerful, like sitting on a spin dryer, on slow it was merely a comfortable tingle. Flicking the switch the other way caused it to bob up and down, at first it took long gentle strokes, but when she increased the speed it worked its way up to being quite ferocious fuck. She was impressed, and feeling very aroused, so she put it on slow and offered it to her clitoris, placing it carefully at the top of her slit and pushing its soft tip down on to her little nub of pleasure. A gentle wave of delight crept through her as she pressed it firmly on to her spot. Her outrageous behaviour was definitely enhancing her pleasure. She slid the thing up and down a little, moistening more of its length with her own juice and teasing her deliciously warm opening. Her left hand crept down to increase the speed and then slipped between her legs, pulling her panties so hard to one side they ripped around one of the legs. The tear was big enough to reveal all of her, so Maria splayed herself apart, revealing the enticing pink inner folds of flesh. She looked across the room and she could see herself in the full length mirror that her sister used for checking her clothes. She pouted at her own reflection and stuck out her tongue as though she was being photographed. The view turned her on, starring at her own pussy about to accept the unreasonably large shaft was a very erotic sight. The buzzing was quite loud, and by now was rubbing her very hard, so she moved the shaft along further until the rings were directly over her clit buffeting her centre of happiness about very vigorously. Her orgasm began to rise inside her, spreading outwards for a moment, bringing all of her pelvis alive, causing her to raise it from the bed, her whole body tensed and climactic until the overwhelming sensation weakened her legs and she slumped down. She could still feel the last tendrils of pleasure curling around her thighs. There was more to come. She angled the tool so the end of it nudged her opening a little further down, the very end of it poking inside her. It felt good, almost like a real cock, but she was in control of it, she could make it do anything she wanted. She pushed it a little further until she could feel the movement inside her, the generous girth stretching her quite wide and making her insides glow. She flicked the switch, forgetting its current power and the vicious thing pummeled her pussy, causing her to buck around on the duvet like a pornographic rodeo star. The shaft was jamming up inside her really hard, rubbing the inside of her tunnel and the relentless poking causing her to groan with delight and summon another generous climax. It was in as far as she thought she could safely go, the end of it stimulating the sweet spot inside and towards the top "Oh fuck!" she squealed. "Oh fucking hell." She was making a lot of noise. After several more minutes of punishment, and one last push, the flexible rings hit home, tugging at the mouth of her tunnel, pulling it back with the friction. Now it was deep, very deep, she felt impaled as the rubber nodes enthusiastically rubbed her clitoris and she understood why it was called the Barbarian. After her second climax calmed down she pulled the toy out with a slippery pop and she flopped back on to the bed. She was worn out, her underwear was destroyed and her sister's unwanted toy was very sticky. Gathering her strength she rose from the bed, intending to clean it up with a wipe and replace it in its box. She got up, swinging her lovely legs and plump backside over the edge of the bed and rising to her feet. But within a few steps she tangled her feet in her jeans and tripped over the adaptor wire. She fell forward and launching the Barbarian in to the air. It went straight out of the window. Sharon slowed down as she wove her way between the parked cars. It had been a busy day at the office, then a few hours at the gym, but having the roof off the little sports car made it a more bearable drive home. Midway down Primrose Street she thought she heard a noise in the back where she had slung her hold-all from the gymnasium. She turned around momentarily but could see nothing, just the edge of her shorts peeking out of the bag, flapping in the breeze. She stuffed them inside and pulled the zip closed. Someone coming the other way sounded their horn and she decided she would concentrate harder on driving... To be continued... The Barbarian Ch. 01 He stared at the crowd, his nine inch cock hanging from between his legs for all the world to see. It was the last battle he had to endure, his shield and sword both lost in the last clash of weapons. He had stripped down to nothing as a show of arrogance, his two bare hands all he needed to take the prize, his life not truly on the line, only others'. He saw the princess, young and innocent, eyeing his cock from the top of royalty box with a confused longing. 5,000 men and women had gathered to see the fighter with no name come and fight in the battle royale. His opponent strode in, covered from head to toe in plate holding a pike almost twice his height, ready to stab it throw his gut. The crowds cheered the warrior who had come to kill the naked barbarian. The contestants walked up to the center of the arena, the barbarian on his tip toes, ready to pounce, manhood dangling in defiance. It only took a second, the knight charged his pike forward and the barbarian dodged, pouncing to the knight's right, grabbing his helm and tearing it off his head and snapping his neck an instant later. The crowd booing the barbarian as he walked out of the court, ready for his rewards. Fifteen men he fought, for fifteen thousand gold coins. He walked to his quarters where his servants waited for him with food and their bodies ready for his use. He reached for one the younger girls, a blonde with hefty breasts and a nice ass, with pale milky skin. He grabbed her by the hair and led her to his bed, pulling her white dress up to her waist and bending her over by the bed. A victory warranted a woman, and tonight's victory warranted more than one, but he was just beginning for the night. He wasted no time in plunging his cock deep into her butt hole dry. He heard her fearful whimpers but pressed his massive manhood deeper into her virgin asshole as far as it would allow. He pulled out and lifted her up by her thighs and spat into her anus, and let her fall back down onto the bed. The barbarian mounted the young girl and began to pound away. He enjoyed the sound of his balls smacking her cheeks as she tried to suppress her whimpers of pain. The daughter of a farmer back in Aldronas, he had taken her mother repeatedly after breaking into their home, while her father and her watched meekly in the corner of the barn. He had made the farmer clean his fluids from his wife's cunt afterwards while helped himself to their food. The barbarian didn't care for the daughter at first, having been satisfied with the mother, but the dampness in her underclothes made appetizer the barbarian like never before, and he had decided to take her with him on his travels, fucking her virgin cunt and after that was sufficiently loosened, her asshole too. He yearned for more valuable cunts than farmer's daughters though. He wanted to rape queens and impregnate princesses, he wanted to have the townsfolk worship his cock as he walked through the streets as naked as the day he was born. He wanted to rule the kingdoms with his manhood, and he planned to do so. The King of the Yiti Isles entered his room as he was ejaculating into the farm girl's asshole. He unmounted her, his seed dripping across his taint and faced the fat man who ruled this shit stain of an island. "You fight well, we didn't think you'd last through the fifteen", the king began. "Fifteen thousand for fifteen warriors, where is it?" the barbarian replied stoically. "I'm here regarding that, we can give you five now, a more than sufficient reward for a savage like you" "Fifteen now, or you have a problem" "It's generally not wise to threaten a king," the fat man replied, attempting to intimidate the savage, "And we simply cannot afford to pay you fifteen thousand, even five is a stretch" "You agreed to the deal. I did too. If you don't give me what I want then I'll just take my payment" "We have no payment for you to take beast, take the gold we offer and begone before I change my mind." The barbarian pondered his next course of action for a few moments. He could simply attack the man in the fancy dress but he'd have his monkeys chasing him for years afterwards. "Your daughter then, the one with the brown hair and big chest. I want her. And the five thousand." "The princess of the Yiti Isles is not a whore available to fuck beasts as payment for killing other beasts in the arena. Five thousand and begone now." He had his servants walk in with heavy sacks. Possibly with his coin and possibly just silvers and coppers, rich men tended to cheat more than street rats. "I don't want a night. I want her for me. She travel with me. She please me. She will swallow my seed and carry my child. I want to make a royal savage, and drink her milk when she bears me a boy. When I am done you may have her back if it please me to be so kind." The savage's cock grew just thinking about the princesse's figure, all nine inches returning to full erection just thinking about pounding her day in day out. "Out of the question." The king replied, noticing his fully erect manhood staring him in the eye. "You see that girl on the bed there my good king? Her father tried to deny me what I wanted. Not what I deserved, but simply what I wanted. I wanted her juicy plump mother's cunt, and the father had the audacity to pull me off her. Now her mother grows bigger everyday due to my seed, and the father has no choice but to care for it when it is born. In exchange I give him his daughter back when I grow tired of her. I'm not sure if I'll even do that, Aldronis is quite far. Now you, little man, dare deny me not simply what I want, but what I have been promised. Do you think your guards are any stronger than any man you sent after me today in the field? I will take your wife and your daughter and make you watch. I will make their assholes gape wide as their cunts will after I'm done, you know I'm not lying, you can see my cock. So fair king, will you deny me your daughter or your gold? Or should I just take both" "Tomorrow morning. Stay here, we'll get you your damned extra ten thousand. But begone after that, away from these lands" The barbarian smiled and the king left. The barbarian had no care for the gold now that he thought about the princess's milky tits. He decided he could not even contain his lust until the morning, he decided to visit the palace tonight. * "To be continued if there is any interest, I'm aware it's just a teaser and barely anything happened but I have plans for further stories" The Barbarian Ch. 02 Sharon slowed down as she wove her way between the parked cars. It had been a busy day at the office, then a few hours at the gym, but having the roof off the little sports car made it a more bearable drive home. Midway down Primrose Street she thought she heard a noise in the back where she had slung her hold-all from the gymnasium. She turned around momentarily but could see nothing, just the edge of her shorts peeking out of the bag, flapping in the breeze. She stuffed them inside and pulled the zip closed. Helen ran to the window and just about managed to make a mental note of the number plate as the car sped off in to the distance. She had to get it back; she had to replace the Barbarian in the box before her sister's return from abroad. It wasn't going to be easy. Later, when Sharon reached home, she parked the car on the drive. It was screened by trees on one side and was hidden from the road by a hedge on the other. She let go of the wheel and relaxed, stretching her firm tanned legs in to the foot well and pointing her toes. She had put her short, dark grey dress back on when she had left the gym. She had even rolled her stay up stockings back up her legs and slipped on her black patent shoes. The ones with the low heel and the subtle suede trim on the toe. But she hadn't replaced her knickers. On the way home she had aroused herself with using eddies of cool evening air that filled the open topped car as it picked up speed. Now the ride had stopped she felt a little unsatisfied and decided to take her pleasure in to her own hands. Looking around the car as she touched herself gently through her dress she had an idea. She looked at the short gear stick with its walnut top, chrome platted bezel and shining steel stem. It wasn't very long, or particularly fat. The top of it fitted nicely in to her slender hands. She raised her eyebrows at the thought of it, biting her lip whilst she decided what to do. Carefully she turned around and straddled the two seats. Her knees were firmly braced against the backs, and her feet were over the edge of the seat pads. She was looking over the boot of the car, down the drive on to the small portion of visible road and pavement. The tingling, aroused, portion of her was directly over the centre console from which the gear stick protruded. She reached down and parted her lips beneath her dress. She was checking the wetness was still there, tugging the two perfectly shaved ridges of flesh apart and poking her finger tip in to her tunnel. She was still very aroused and ready for something satisfying. Gently she lowered herself down until the warm ball of wood pushed against her pussy lips and the silver button on the tip of the leather sleeved hand break was pushing in to her folds just below her clitoris. She wriggled in delight and eased herself down. Her pussy opened up, the lips spreading across the lacquered wood and stretching to the edges of it. A little more pressure and it slipped over the hardness, engulfing the sculpted walnut end. She shivered as her lips touched the cold steel below and as she lowered herself even further. The hand break hit the spot too, nudging her clitoris to the side. She groaned with pleasure and drew herself up, enjoying the sensation inside her, the shaped end filling and stretching her. It wasn't long before she was bobbing up and down enthusiastically, squeezing out her wetness on to the interior trim of the car. As Sharon was putting her car controls to a use the designer had probably never imagined, Helen sat drinking coffee in her sister's dining room and trying to think of a solution to her problem. Her first port of call was the Yellow Pages, telephoning all the adult shops she could find. Not one of them had a Barbarian. Apparently it had been superseded by a new model. The Barbarian two, which, she was assured by the young female assistant, was better than original in many ways. However several improvements had been made and it shape and packaging were greatly changed. Helen needed to retrieve the original, but her ex-boyfriend, Gary, a policeman, was the only one who could help. He could use the computer at the station to trace a license plate if he was willing, he could provide her with an address. What she would do then, she had no idea. The trouble was Gary and herself had parted company on less than good terms. Sharon had almost finished grinding her clitoris against the hand break. The little bud had taken so much punishment from the hard metal that it was dying to give itself up to a climax, but Sharon was hard to please, even when she was pleasing herself. She took herself almost to the point of pain before she allowed herself to cum. She gave once last gasp as her orgasm engulfed her, causing her body to tense and the collapse for one last time on to the gear stick. After taking a few minutes to compose herself, she pulled herself up and off the centre console. The lever sliding out of her with a sticky, slurping sound, leaving her tunnel gaping for a while until her arousal subsided and it eased back together. She looked at the mess, there was a lot of girl cum on the plastic, the gear stick was thick with it and even the brake had trickle moisture sliding down its shaft. She pulled up the hem of her dress and looked at her well satisfied mound. It was smooth, with not even at trace of stubble. Sharon shaved it every few days and made sure it got regular exercise from several sources. Sharon loved cock, but she also enjoyed a range of toys and the occasional ladies fingers and tongue when she was in one of her 'neo-lesbian' moods as she called them Bill, her husband did not known about her bi-sexuality, and she had managed to have several female lovers he hadn't found out about. Sharon thought that being fucked by another woman wasn't really being unfaithful. Later, after a quick clean up of the centre console with a baby wipe, she unloaded the car and took the hold-all to the utility room of her apartment and shook the contents in to the wash basket. The Barbarian dropped out, straight on to the floor. Its rubber cover caused it to bounce a few times and come to rest in front of the washing machine. Sharon stared in disbelief. Where the hell had that come from? Who the hell had slipped it in to her sports bag? She bent down and picked it up, careful to hold it at its base, gripping it hard and staring incredulously at the machine. It was certainly impressive and she had never owned anything this big. This was an outrageous thing and it made her grin from ear to ear. Perhaps, she thought, one of the women at the gymnasium had put it there by accident, or deliberately? A young woman called Sarah had stood very close to her in the showers earlier, passing her the soap from the other cubicle and stepping through to wash her back. Her long fingers had strayed a little too close to Sharon's bottom to be totally innocent and had even lightly probed between her cheeks and gently swept over her anal bud. She had also been in range of her bag in the locker room. She took the vibrator in to the kitchen and set it on the side next to the fruit bowl. Helen was relieved to find that Gary was in. When he came to the door and saw her standing there he was less than happy. "What the hell do you want?" "Look Gary, I know I pissed you off big style but I need your help." Gary looked at her, she was too gorgeous to stay mad at, and there was just something about her generously proportioned figure that made him melt. Images of her large breasts and her nice plump arse flickered through his head. It had been worth being messed about by her just to have the memories of the reverse cowgirl antics she loved so much. Helen knew that look on his face and she blushed. She took his hand and dragged him in to the house. "I know you are going to laugh at what I tell you and I can't say I'll blame you, but afterwards it's imperative that you help out. Ok?" "Ok," he shrugged. "As long as it's nothing illegal." Helen looked doubtful and pulled a face. "Just a little bit, a tiny little bit illegal?" Gary rubbed his chin and listened to her story. Helen was obviously embarrassed and left out a lot of the colourful detail that Gary would have liked to hear. But he knew her well enough to be able to imagine her enthusiastic and light hearted approach to such things and was very aroused by the thought of his ex going head to head with her sisters dildo. By the end of the story his cock had managed to stiffen in his trousers to such a point that it was obvious. Helen noticed it to. "So all I need you to do is trace an address from the number plate," she added quickly at the end as though it was of no real importance. Gary sat open mouthed. "Do you realise what you are asking me to do! Use the National police computer for my own ends, to invade someone's privacy, to commit a totally illegal act that puts my career on the line to rescue your sister's dildo! No fucking way." Helen panicked; she didn't want to fall out with her sister, especially not over this. "Look," shouted Helen. "I'll make it worth your while!" "How the hell could you reward me for something like that? How the hell could you possibly persuade me?" She looked around the room, she thought hard. Then her eyes landed on the bulge in his trousers. Quickly she got out of her chair and knelt at his feet. She reached forward and put her hand on the lump. Gary shook his head and made a half hearted attempt at getting out of his seat. Helen pushed him down with a gentle shove. "This isn't fair Helen! You know I can't resist this." "I'll do anything to get that bloody thing back. Even suck your cock and let you do that facial thing you like. That's right Gary. I'm going to let you unload all over my face even though I hate it. You probably think I deserve the humiliation for messing you around last year anyway. Then in the next day or so you are going to get me that address of that woman in the sports car. Understood?" Gary nodded, as if he had been made an offer he couldn't refuse. Frankly it was. He had always wanted to cum on Helen's face, to cover her sweet little features with great lashings of his sperm. He had been fascinated by her, particularly the sight of his cum squirting out all over the plump white skin of her bottom, the lips of her pussy and the gentle mound of her belly. Helen loved to watch him cum, but she drew the line at her face. She said she found it humiliating. "Sure," said Gary. "I'll do it, but I want a fuck as well. A proper fuck." "It's yours," agreed Helen. "But not now, afterwards, like a guarantee?" Gary nodded and started to unzip and loosen his belt. His cock was straining at the fabric of his underpants and Helen laughed as she pulled them down over his thighs. His member sprung in to view, it was very hard, and jutted straight up at an almost vicious angle. The tip of it was deep red and the shaft was stretched to its limit. She couldn't help admiring the bone hard member. It was a little longer than Jason's, but it didn't have the girth she found so satisfying. She put her left hand out and grabbed it as though she was about to pull a pint of beer and bent it towards her, admiring the swollen head and getting a feel for it. It was a familiar sight and she remembered its taught veiny surface and how much Gary liked to pin her down with it. She rubbed the top of it with her fingers and squeezed it double handed a few moments later. Gary murmured in appreciation. "I thought you might like me to suck it a while before you jerk it off on to my face" Gary nodded, pulling her head towards his erection and steering it towards her mouth. "I'm going to enjoy this," he warned her. "Anyway, no half measures you're going to get a soaking you won't forget." Helen cursed him under her breath, but her swearing was curtailed as Gary's tool pushed its way in to her mouth. It slid between her lips and scraped a little over her teeth. Gary's hand pulled her towards him too firmly, causing her to gag and jerk her head back. He was much gentler next time, easing her forward until a good three inches were in her mouth. She breathed deeply and eased further forward herself, angling her head to allow maximum penetration. He watched wide eyed as his whole length disappeared beyond her lips, sliding in to her throat without anything more than stimulating resistance. He gazed wide eyed as her nose touched his belly and she withdrew calmly. "See what I can do if you don't rush me you bastard!" She engulfed him again, taking his length in to her deep wet throat, manipulating his shaft with her teeth and tongue. She soon established a rhythm, her head going back and forth quite rapidly, breathing on the back stroke. After a while her jaw ached and her eyes watered, she started to choke a little and her mouth drooled. He realised it was a bit unfair, so Gary told her to stop and tug on it. She obliged with enthusiasm, spreading her hand around the base of his cock and gripping his balls lightly with her finger tips. She used her other hand to slide up and down his generous length, pulling his foreskin down tightly and running it as far back up as it would go. She watched cautiously as it waved about, slapping on to her cheeks and nose. She enjoyed acting like a whore sometimes, especially for Jason, but she also liked the control it gave her. She knew that she was still in control here, of most of what was happening, but she didn't quite know how she was going to feel after Gary unloaded his goo all over her cheeks. Cum on her breasts and even her pussy was one thing, but squirting it on her nose and forehead that was another. But she didn't have too long to consider it further, just time enough to squeal loudly in surprise as Gary's opening salvo hit her in the eye. He gripped his tool, closing his hand around hers and aiming it carefully. A second shot bubbled up, leaping across n to her nose, then another in rapid succession splashing out on to her forehead. "Eeeeeeugh!" she complained. "God, it's disgusting!" Gary laughed as the last few wads hit her lips and chin. With the last shot he pushed it in to her mouth again, allowing the last traces of sperm to ooze out on to her tongue. He collapsed back in to the seat and waited for her to realise it was over. A wave of thick white spunk was slipping down her face and dripping off her chin. She reached down and took the hem of her t shirt and used it to clear the slime away from her eyes. One was red and watery where the first shot had managed to be faster than she could blink. She rubbed hard, tracing her face through the fabric, eager to thoroughly to remove any remaining speck semen. Without another word to Gary she stood up and left, slamming the front door behind her. Just before Sharon went to bed she telephoned Bill. He was working abroad that week, in some dreadful hotel in Belgium. After saying goodnight she returned to the kitchen where she found the lost toy just where she had left it. She handled it, flicking the switches and exploring the options the simple controls provided. She wanted some fun, but she needed somebody to hold it whilst it worked its magic. She didn't want to lye on the bed and bring herself off. She could do that any night with her finger. This thing deserved something special. Still holding it she wandered in to the garage and looked around. On one of the shelves was a roll of silver duck tape, on another a small universal power unit with an appropriate coupling and some tubes of insulating foam that Bill had used to insulate the plumbing he had installed in the shed. Thoughtfully she reached up and took them down. Upstairs she went in to one of the guest bedrooms, the one with the antique bedstead made of brass tubes and shiny spherical knobs. She had hated it when Bill had brought it home but now she could see it had potential. Sharon padded a couple of the upright bars of the bed with the foam pieces, and attached the big artificial member half way up the centre one. She used plenty of tape to hold it in place and made sure it would take plenty of movement and jiggling about. She planned on backing in to the construction and passing her feet through the gaps between the padded bars in order to get a better range of movement. She liked the idea of the big plastic toy taking her from behind, she enjoyed that position so much and it made a change from lying on her back whilst bringing herself off. Then just to make sure technology didn't spoil her fun, she made sure the Barbarian was on charge using the small transformer from the garage. The next morning Helen's phone buzzed. It was a text from Gary. She read it carefully and transferred it to a piece of paper. It read: 'Mrs. Sharon Hughes. 8 Lark Lane.' Helen breathed a sigh of relief, at least now she knew where her sister's toy was. She had no idea what terrible torture lay ahead for her at the hands of Sharon and her newly acquired toy.