Holding it low between my legs, with my hands on its base, and the smooth, cock-like tip pointing straight up toward my waiting pussy, I slowly bent my knees. My hands moved the buzzing device upward; the room was filled with its droning. I eased it through the slitted panties.
The lips of my pussy turned to jelly at that first touch of the vibe! They always do! It nearly slipped from my trembling fingers. My thighs tried to close; my will and the hot yearning in my cunt was all that kept them open. Once again I touched the vibe to the outer lips of my slit. I heard myself moan softly. My legs trembled as I slowly eased the round top of the vibe between the lips of my pussy. They closed around it.
Tiny needles pierced the pink flesh that was touched by the vibe; my lips — my cunt-lips — seemed to shudder around the shaft they gripped. I gave myself more of the thrilling rod, shoving it deep with a quick lifting of my hands, and my entire cunt was filled with its sensually buzzing length. My clitoris was tight against it, and I could feel the fleshy little pip being flicked back and forth as if a million little elves were pounding it with hammers, each of them determined to make me come just for him. I began to fuck myself with steady strokes of the vibrator. My cunt poured juices down its length.
"This is your prick I'm taking!" I heard myself repeating over and over, in time to the thrusts of the artificial cock. "Your prick... I'm taking... your prick." And in my mind it was. And when I felt myself coming for the first time, I buried the long plastic shaft in my cunt and held it there until my knees threatened to collapse beneath me and I could feel my come wet against my fingers.
Then I staggered blindly across the room to go down on his cock.
Or anything else he wanted.
The still-humming vibrator fell from my numbed fingers and onto the bed as he put his hands on my hips and held me standing in front of him. He leaned forward and pressed his face into the front of my panties, his tongue snaking through the opening and licking hungrily at the top edge of my pussy. To steady myself, I put my hands on his shoulders. He sucked hard on my pussy for a moment, drawing my come into his mouth with a hungry slurping, licked my thighs with his rough tongue, and then returned once more to my cunt. He stayed there until I clawed wildly at his back and came again. Then he helped me onto the bed. I was so weak I needed help.
"You like that better and better every time you do it, don't you?" he said, rolling me on my back and putting one hand between my legs, on the damp bush of my cunt. He rubbed it. "The fuck-shows, I mean."
I looked up into his face and put my hand on his cock. "I like this even better." I squeezed it to emphasize my words. He always got a kick out of dirty talk. "I pretend that's what's inside me when I'm screwing myself with the vibe. That's why I like it."
"You like it enough to take it in the mouth?" He always asked that. Even though I'd given him head so many times we'd lost count, he still asked it. The words were like the show with the vibe; they made it all better for him.
"Enough to suck it until you yell uncle," I said truthfully. "Or to take it up the ass. Or enough so's I'll take it any place you want to put it... any place l"
"You really do, you honestly do like it that much, don't you?" he said, looking down into my face and shaking his head in pleased disbelief. "You'd go for anything I ask, I think."
"Try me and see," I said.
He did.
Elation flashed across his handsome face as I assured him, for what must have been the millionth time, that he had only to ask and I'd give him anything he wanted, then he kissed me hard on the mouth, tonguing me, and rolled away. His hand went behind my head, urging me to bend over and go down on his prick. I needed no urging.
As I knelt beside him and bent low to lick at the head of his prick, he reached under my body arid fingered my tits. I felt my rouged nipples being pinched. They puckered and increased in size as he rolled each of them between a thumb and forefinger. He tugged downward on my hanging tits, drawing them into inverted, sharply-pointed peaks that brimmed with pleasure. I tried to transfer that pleasure into his cock. It was something to be shared.
His prick was wet around the head from the licking of my tongue, but my taste buds told me he hadn't come while I was screwing myself with the vibe. I knew the taste of his come too well to make any mistakes about that. Now, as I squeezed his prick in the trap of my fingers, one silver droplet of come appeared in the tiny eye at the center of the head of his love-stick. One drop. That was all. I licked it away.
Then I formed my lips into a soft oval, lowered my head, my hair cascading down around my face and touching him, and I began using all I knew about the sucking of a cock. I like to think I do it right.
As I covered the head of his cock with my opened lips, holding it poised just inside my mouth and twirling my tongue slowly around its circumference, I felt his hands tighten on my tits. I let his cock slip deeper into my mouth. The head of it pressed against my palate. I went lower. Lower still. He was at my throat. I eased my head upward... slowly... slowly. My lips clung gently to the outer skin of his cock, as though reluctant to release it, and finally they once again held only the spongy head. Quickly, I dropped my head and refilled my mouth with the length of it, then repeated the slow, sucking withdrawal. I felt his hand on the back of my head.
While I explored the wrinkled skin around his nuts with the tips of my fingers, teasing him and making him hotter, I let my head settle into a bobbing motion that carried the soft circle of my clinging lips almost to the base of his prick, then upward in repetitions of the slow sucking I'd given him on the first cycle. His hand just rested on the back of my head, letting me set the speed. I increased it.
As my head bobbed faster and faster over his cock, I took less of it into my mouth with each downward gulping of my mouth. I made up in quality what I was lacking in quantity. My fingers traced crazy designs across his balls, onto the root of his prick. I held his cock so that only the head was between my lips, then sucked on it like a kid going after her first soda. I flicked my tongue down the bluish vein that pulsed along the underside of it, then quickly recaptured the head in my mouth, sucking... sucking... sucking.
His hands guided me around so that I was kneeling with my butt near his shoulders. He reached through the slitted panties and touched my pussy, my ass. The gentle fingers lingered in the crease of my butt.
As I felt him struggle to reach my butt with both hands, I was dimly aware of what he was going to do. I didn't care. If it gave him an extra kick that was okay by me. Then, as he settled both hands on the twin swells of my upraised ass, I felt the purring of the plastic cylinder he held in his hand. The vibe! I began to masturbate him into my mouth.
Throughout the minutes since I'd fallen onto the bed, the vibrator had been droning steadily in my ears, unnoticed as I went about the pleasant chore of sucking him off. Now, as I steadily manipulated the rod of his prick with my lips and my tongue and my fingers, I felt it singing its song against the filmy panties that so beautifully framed the cheeks of my ass. I felt those cheeks being spread by his hands. The vibe tingled in the dip between them. I paused with my lips poised above the head of his cock as I waited excitedly for what I knew was coming. His finger touched the puckered circle of my asshole. It slipped in. The vibe, held in his other hand, moved closer.
The muscles in my buttocks tightened spasmodically as his finger moved in and out of the tight little tunnel of my asshole, going deeper with each thrust, and then he pulled it out. I bit my lip as the head of the vibe tingled between my buttocks, against the same little circle his finger had vacated. The tingling became a throbbing as he pressed it harder against the entry to my rear. The throbbing turned to dull pain — and then the pain was gone. Vanished. The vibrator was inside my ass. I could feel my every nerve reacting to the fluctuating pressure inside my rear. The pain had changed to pleasure. I returned to the sucking of his cock.