Chapter 10
After the shower she felt better but she was so sore in every muscle that she could hardly walk. As she walked through to the bedroom she noticed a vibrator that she had purchased to help ease the tension in her back and neck after work at the grocery store. It had done wonders then, maybe it would help her now. But, she realized most of the ache was internal. Her muscles were sore, true, but her conscience hurt her the most.
Sex! God, she thought, everything I look at I look at with sex in mind. Nothing else matters. Sex! There must be more to life. But where!
Even the vibrator took on the look of a male penis now. Trying to fight off the thought, she went into the kitchen and poured herself a half water glass of whiskey. She-drank it down in two gulps. When the whiskey spread through her, making her body glow with laziness, she walked back into the bedroom. She stopped in the bath and looked at her features in the mirror. "I look like a slut, a whore," she said to her reflection, aloud.
As she turned to go to the bed she felt her eyes drawn to the vibrator lying in the case. She stared at it. Maybe ... Yes! She picked it up and carried it with her.
She walked to the full mirror and placed the vibrator on a stand. She cupped her tits in her palms and groaned with lust, making them swell outward. Her hips began revolving and her legs parted. Her thick bush seemed to be melting from her mound as the drops of dew formed on it and ran to the tips of the silky curls.
She thrust her pelvis forward and saw her pink lips puff up and part readily and exhibit the moist meat at the mouth of her tunnel. All she could think of were the ripples of need undulating along the length of her pussy, making it stretch, and grow soft and slippery and warm inside, readying itself for the insertion that was waiting.
Carol's cheeks trembled as her bottom rocked and screwed back and forth, and she could see the flush of heat and desire that crept all over her skin.
She was so involved, so engrossed with the passion of the moment that she wanted to watch it all happen. The whiskey made a lazy numbness over her body, and the vibrator lay on the stand waiting.
She reached over and picked up the soft plastic vibrator and held it close to her slit. She could see the red tissues sense its presence and begin working in and out, pulsing with tiny motions, as if she had a hungry animal between her legs that needed feeding.
She ran the tip of the vibrator around the sensitive area of her thighs and crotch, feeling the touches of the soft nose press against her flesh.
She squatted slightly, bending her knees so that her inner thighs turned outward receptively for the mushing, slightly conical head to touch and roll against, and her hands moved jerkily as if full of impatience to hurry and permit her body to experience the ultimate thrill of penile invasion.
The fleshy head ran up the hollow of her groin and brought shivers to the sensitive skin where it touched. It passed up the tender, trembling flesh of her lower abdomen, tangling through the damp pubes and leaving a streak of slippery moisture that glistened under the light.
It nosed into the belly button as if trying to penetrate her there and then passed on, up to the hollow between her breasts. She moaned and flattened the shaft along her chest and squeezed her tits together firmly, delighting in the feel of that solid hunk of meat her breasts were wrapped around.
Unable to resist, she twisted the base of the vibrator and turned it on. Shocks of sensation jolted through her as the vibrating began and the screwing motion snuggled inside the hollow of her breasts. Tingles ran all through her pounding chest and made her nipples swell to the bursting point with wild passion that was building up inside her, and she knew that one day she would probably be beyond help—that no man, dog, or mechanical aid could give her satisfaction. But now, thinking about what lay ahead, she could nearly feel all the scalding hot semen that had ever penetrated her insides, widening in a glistening puddle. God! She could almost drown in it.
She turned the vibrator off and looked at the results of her teasing that showed clearly between her long legs. Her inner thighs were covered with moisture, and her swollen labia were spread wide, like slitted petals of an exotic flower that had sprayed its perfume into the air to attract the nearest bee.
Carol watched the soft part of her belly quiver with anticipation as she slid the vibrator down her torso toward the top of her cleft. She could see the sprouting organ of greatest sensation peeping out from under its tented covering.
She aimed the nose of soft plastic toward it and pushed slowly, feeling the way it parted her pubes on its silky path. She felt it move along the downward-pointing root of her clit and then out to the throbbing tip. Jolts of electric shock fired through her pelvis and made her ass tremble. Her throat opened wide to emit a groan of passion, and her pelvis bumped back and forth in tiny waves, seeking more of the contact she so desperately wanted now. This was better than she had imagined it would be!
Carol pulled the plastic vibrator away and looked at herself in the mirror, waiting for the shame and guilt to come and drain her flushed face white. But nothing happened, and she was puzzled. She must be getting bad. "Slut!" She called out to her reflection. "You have no sense of what's right or wrong anymore!"
Yet it was with eagerness that she bent her legs more and widened the gap at her crotch and saw the round orifice, dark and silky as a mine shaft. The head of the artificial penis slid. along the slippery folds of inner lips and paused at the entrance. It was a penis. Her penis! It belonged to her. She could" do with it what she wanted to do. It was in her power! Her penis! And she could guide it as she liked and when she liked.
She gasped in quick breaths of air as if working up the courage to go ahead and fill her body with the erotic vibrator, before it was too late. She wanted it in her before she climaxed.
She let the nose part the silky tissues and work its way inside. She watched it all in the mirror. The effect was devastating to her desire. The narrow head slid tightly past the opening of her sex and caused moisture to trickle out around it and run down her thighs, as if it had punctured the swollen flesh of a ripe fruit and caused it to squirt obscenely. The very sight of the procedure sent tiny ripples up her spine.
She had almost stopped thinking about everything but what she was doing. Why should she concern herself with fears and fantasies of the thing that was happening to her.
The sucking motion began again, and she could feel the base of the vibrator jerking in her fingers with small circular motions as her moist pussy eagerly swallowed the small offering it had received and begged for some more.
Pushing farther, the narrow head eased inside Carol. Her clitoral knob pulsed outward, seeking contact with something, and she felt a burst of sensation warm her inner thighs, as her body rocked back and forth and she feared she would have to prop her buttocks on something to keep from falling over with quivering weakness as the waves of pleasure hit her.
Her fingers jerked and tightened around the plastic base and caused more of the narrow shaft to penetrate her pleading cunt. The vibrator slid in and in, moving farther back toward her womb in searing waves of delight. She could see her abdomen bloating as she swallowed the heavy length of the artificial penis and hungered for more.
At last the teasing came to an end. She couldn't hold back any longer. Her emotions were at their fullest peak, and she was afraid she would come before it was more than halfway inside her.
Her wrists bent and her fingers tightened, and she pushed the rubberlike plastic tube all the way to the back of her vaginal barrel, howling in excruciating pleasure as it rippled back and in.
She stopped and looked at herself again and took her hands away from her lap. The fleshy-looking end protruded from the bloated raw lips of her hole and grew moist as her fluids trickled out of her around it and gathered on the extremity pointing down between her thighs.
God, this is the most! she thought. She didn't believe she had ever been so heated with desire. She had experienced about all the ways there was to achieve a climax but this was something else.
She felt her face go hot and her emotions swirl. She couldn't recall being so aroused in her life as she was at that moment. Yet she knew that this was only the beginning. At the moment, she had a lifeless hunk of plastic inside her body. It was her god! She didn't have to debase herself with a man or a woman again. She had Bruce and this object. Fuck the world! It was her world now. A world of her own. Since there was no spiritual love in the world for her, she would be content with nothing but the physical pleasures of love.
Soon now the shaft would be screwing and vibrating inside her and driving her to unbelievable heights of sensation. Or to the depths of despair, she couldn't really decide which, yet.
She knew her reaction to it was more than she had anticipated. She knew, too, that she would enjoy its offering now, that she could achieve an intensity of orgasm such as she'd never known before.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she listened for the voices in the back of her mind that would be telling her to stop. She didn't hear them, and" she nearly wept. She was beyond help now—beyond shame-beyond anything decent and good.
She reached down and held the end of the vibrator and pulled and pushed with long, slow strokes so that it fucked her and made her legs quiver with a small orgasm that shuddered briefly through her and left her gasping for breath.
She looked at herself with shock. She'd done it. It had been just a little one, but it was there. And she still didn't hear any voices telling her to stop. Instead there was a desire that urged her to continue, to do more, to come harder, to make up for the guilt she had always felt before when she debased herself.
Carefully now, she backed up to the bed and lay back on it, scooting up until her body was fully supported. She saw that if she lifted her head, she could see the flesh-colored root of the vibrator thrusting thickly from her pussy, angled down in, in such a way that her middle seemed skewered by it as if her sex were driven to the bed by the spike of a new way of being for her.
She scissored her thighs and rolled her hips and moaned and felt totally, completely impaled. Shocks ran through her body in tiny waves that served only to build her higher.
She drew her knees up and spread them widely and put her hands at her crotch. She looked down the curving length of her torso at the stretched mouth of her pussy. She could see it clearly in the mirror. The sight thrilled her, and she suddenly knew why certain people liked to watch themselves being screwed, like that time with Alan Norman. She remembered how much better it had been. There was something primitive about the way her body was, so open to penetration—something basic and lust-whetting.
She dropped her head back to the pillow with a moan and twisted the base of the penis until it began. The screwing, vibrating motion deep in her body began, and the shocks trembled from her cunt to the tips of her toes and fingers and to her tits.
Her mouth fell open, and she stared at the ceiling with unbelieving eyes as one shudder after another cascaded through her body and made her lay helplessly and shake.
The vibrations inside came at a maddening rate and made her flesh chatter as if everything solid were being shaken loose and" turned to quivering jelly against all rules of reason.
Her mound lifted and made her pussy shake wantonly around the devilish instrument, and she clutched her trembling tits and screamed hoarsely as shock after shuddering shock tossed her being from peak to higher peak and plunged her into the deepest valleys, only to lift her up again to further sparing heights.
She felt as if her spirit had taken wing, impelled through the universe by orgasmic bursts as she brushed the tips of fluffy clouds and then dove into the green, feathery world of forest glens below. The sensations frightened her at first, making her feel that everything was out of control and all wrong.
But one shock after another screwed through her, she knew that she was smiling with pure happiness, utter joy, and that her throaty screams had become a warbling song, telling the world that she was totally alive at last.
Everything started graying out, and she knew she'd about reached her limit for now. Somehow her fingers worked properly and went down to the source of her bubbling pleasure and made the Instrument stop.
But she wasn't quite ready to stop. She couldn't control her spasming flesh. She knew her well was flowing freely now, with pure, crystal-clear honey. She could feel her tunnel squeezing softly again and again, around the solid shaft that was plumbing into her depths, and it caused her to climax in tiny waves that seemed never to end.
The grayness lifted and was replaced by a warm golden color that spread over her mind and her body. She could feel herself sinking deeper and deeper into the enfolding bed, her head going gently around in swooning circles as she came down and down, like a circling bird seeking a perch on which to light.
"God, oh God, God!" she moaned.
Time had no meaning. There was no time. There was only total satisfaction and glorious pleasure of uninhibited release. Such a glorious, wonderful feeling. She knew it was so good, but her mind couldn't form any other words to express what she could only feel. She knew she was different, changed, never again to be the same. She loved what had happened to her and asked herself what more did she need for total satisfaction.
Now she wanted more—always more. Oh, God, she thought, there is nothing else left for me anymore.