“No-but I'll keep it in mind!”
“You wouldn't beat me, would you?”
“Oh, I don't know.” Stella gave me a long, calculating look. “I wonder how you'd take it?”
“You used to have your bottom smacked by Rose how did you take it?”
“Sometimes with the stiff upper lip, sometimes noisily — like when I went back to her flat half-cut! I smacked her a few times, too-so I know how to do it!”
“How did she take it?”
“Always stoically, our Rose; always stoically! But then, when she was smacked, it was always by mutual agreement-and for love! But we're getting away from the subject.”
“Oh, yes-I'm 'in for it'! I'm not going to be whipped — so what is it?”
“This!!!” And without any further preliminaries, she threw back the bedclothes.
“Stella!” I almost screamed.
She reclined back on her elbows and there, jutting straight up from the base of her belly, was a huge, flesh-coloured dildo!
“Was-was that what was in the parcel?”
“That's right. Rose sent it before she left for Paris.”
“So that's why you were so secretive about it-and the telegram!”
“Yes-and now you can guess what I went back and whispered to her about before we left her flat. The only thing I was afraid of was that it wouldn't arrive before the week-end. I'll show you her wire, now.”
Stella got off the bed and went for her handbag. I watched with more than a little trepidation, the ponderous sway of the dildo as she walked; it looked a formidable weapon!
“Here we are.” She came back and handed me the yellow envelope.
I took out the message form:
ARRIVED SAFELY STOP DESPATCHED FRED BEFORE LEAVING STOP HOPE HE ARRIVES IN TIME STOP FEED HIM THE USUAL WITH WARM MILK STOP BEST OF LUCK TO RITA STOP REGARDS ROSE.
I put the wire down and knelt to inspect “Fred.” Stella had it strapped tightly to her-one strap going round her hips and across her buttocks, meeting in the middle to hold another one which dipped into the cleft of her behind and passed down between her thighs. Two more straps went round the top of each thigh, all of them connected to a thick rubber base that fitted snugly over her mount. The actual shaft itself thrust out from this base and just below where it joined, dangling between Stella's thighs was a rubber bulb about the size and thickness of the bulb on my douche.
The “penis” was an exact replica of the real thing, even to the blue veins that bulge on a man's when in full erection. Gingerly, I felt at it; closed my hand round it; rubbed it up and down and found that it was of very hard rubber, but with a “skin” of softer rubber covering it. This stretched from the base to the edge of the knob, giving the impression of the skin having been peeled back from the big, purplish head. The whole thing was very life-like, in fact — slightly larger and somewhat harder than life!
“Well?” What do you think?” Stella stood obligingly while I inspected her “super-structure.”
“Gosh! I don't quite know. It's beautifully made but it's so big!”
“Think you'll be able to take it?”
“I–I've only ever had Phil's, and it's much larger than his.”
“You've had a baby, though — that stretches the channel quite a bit, doesn't it?”
“Yes, but it mostly goes back to normal afterwards; even Phil's isn't loose in me.” I looked down at “Fred” again and took him in my hand; Stella moved her hips back and forth.
“How do you like wanking me, darling?”
“How does it feel?” I laughed.
“Great! I'll come in a minute if you're not careful!”
“Does he go all slack and shrivel up, then?”
“That's one thing he has over a man-he's always ready for more!”
“I presume the warm milk is for this?” I pointed to the bulb.
Stella put a hand between her thighs and gave the empty bulb a squeeze.
“They're my balls, darling, and, like a man, they have spunk! You like the feel of your husband's going in, don't you?”
“Hm, yes, I suppose I do-especially when I'm having an orgasm myself at the same time, it seems to prolong it.”
Stella strutted about the room, the dildo swaying heavily from her loins. I watched her for a while, imagining what it might feel like to have it up me. The thought was exciting, if a little frightening.
“You'd better go and warm some milk, Rita-I'd hate to bump into Jane wearing this thing and I don't want to have to take the whole thing off again.”
“You're determined to do me with it, then?”
“Don't you want me to, darling?”
I looked at the incongruity of the big dildo jutting out from her pelvis, then up at the glorious breasts above. Suddenly, I had a lust for her to take me with it, whether she hurt me or not.
“How much milk should I heat?” I said quietly and saw her smile as I put on the negligee again.
“About a half-cupful will do. Don't boil it, of course, but make it fairly hot to allow for coolage.”
I went out to the kitchen and prepared the milk, finding a small jug with a spout on it.
When I got back to the bedroom, Stella had undone one of the straps about her thigh. She tested the temperature of the milk with a finger-tip and then pulled the rubber base out from her pube. There was the rounded head of a stopper at the back of the pad. She pulled this out and I carefully poured most of the milk into the hole. She put the stopper back and fastened the strap.
“There-that's my balls charged!” She gave the bulb a gentle squeeze and I jumped back out of range as a small jet of milk squirted out of the “eye” of the knob. “All ready for action! Here-feel.”
I felt at the bulb between her legs, it was warm, now, a little above body heat. Looking at it still with misgivings, I once more stripped off my negligee and went over to the bed.
“How do you want to do it?”
“Like a man would, of course! Try it on your back first-we can go in for variations when you're more used to it.” She came over to me. “Ooh!” She grabbed the “penis” and pulled it out a little way.
“What's the matter?”
“Well, this was made by a master; it's so designed to enable both parties to achieve orgasm. That little stopper which holds the milk in also has an even more interesting function. You may have noticed how it bulged and that the top was slightly roughened; this is because that stopper fits right over the clitoris, and, as one woman receives, the other is having her clitty constantly rubbed by the movement and if she's clever and times it properly, the two spend together. Actually, it almost obviates the double one.”
“Yes-two cocks attached to straps. The 'doer' inserts one in her own cunt first.then straps it on and shoves the other one up the 'doee.' You can get them made as one big prick with two heads: both women strap them on and work themselves on them. Rose and I preferred this model, though.”
“You've had this one before, then?”
“Oh, rather-Fred and I are old friends!”
I climbed on the bed and lay on my back, spreading my legs well and opening myself as much as possible to accommodate the big dildo.
“If you manage to spend at the same time as me will you have the strength to press the bulb?”