Chapter 3
Seven days after Gil, a naked Gert waited in the bedroom for her husband. For days she had been full of a suppressed excitement. Now she had a "souvenir" for him, but she wasn't quite sure how to go about presenting the idea of her "trips." She recalled some of the teasing he had given her about what suburban housewives did during the day when they had first moved to their community. But, then, he did issue her that challenge, right?
They had this ritual. He would tell her what day he was coming home but not the exact hour. She had taken to being propped up in bed, naked, ready for him whatever hour he arrived. She ate waiting for him, read waiting for him, watched TV. She sometimes fell asleep waiting for him. Waiting for the surprise she knew would be coming. But tonight she had something as well.
She waited with neither a book nor TV tonight. And after a time she dozed. In a state of semi-wakefulness she reached to pull up the sheet she was sure had been covering her. Her hands groped toward the end of the bed until she was half sitting. She sensed another presence in the room and was immediately fully awake, accustoming her eyes to the glaring light that struck them.
Larry was standing at the side of the bed, gazing down at her. The only thing he wore was a smile. And his marvelous massive erection.
Or that's what Gert's eyes took in at first. Eagerly she reached up to embrace him. Her hands grazed his hips. They touched cold, hard leather. A thin band encircled each hip. Tracing the leather to its origin she discovered a rigid sheath over her husband's phallus.
"Surprise!" he cried, pulling her to a standing position in front of him on the bed. He buried his face in her breasts. "How do you think you'll like this?" Placing the hardness against her legs he gave a wry chuckle.
Suddenly she was wide awake.
"Do you really think you need that?"
"No, but it is an added attraction." He fondled the priapus, still holding it against her inner thighs. "Feel it. It feels like alabaster, doesn't it?"
She reached down and wound her fingers around the huge, gouging tool. Yes, alabaster. Cold, hard as stone, slightly rippled yet smooth to the touch. Exciting to touch-like a touchstone almost, she thought. She wondered briefly what it actually was made of.
He dropped her to the bed by suddenly folding her at the knees. Stretching on top of her he planted the dildo between her legs just under her opening.
It was a strange sensation to Gert. The cold hardness between her legs contrasted sharply with her vivid memories of his own hot throbbing tool. But it was not an unpleasant contrast. The firm rigidity of the spear, the hugeness of it felt unreal but fantastic. It stretched down to reach into the crack between her buttocks. He moved it then, slowly, up and down the shaft, lubricating it with the creaminess already seeping from her vagina.
"Not much of a story behind this or my other surprise, but I think you'll enjoy it, nevertheless," Larry said. Fondling her breasts now, he continued the long, languid strokes.
Gert no longer felt the rod cold but warm, almost hot, the friction building a heat enveloping her body, penetrating deep inside her, boiling her loins. She wanted to feel that massiveness inside her. She told him.
"You will-soon enough." He raised himself up from her, reaching behind him to unstrap the piece from his body.
He wrapped one strap around his wrist, pulling it tight. The organ stood at a right angle to the inside of his wrist.
Gert laughed. She had always been amazed at the sexual dexterity he had with his fingers, but to see their potential use magnified like this was something else again!
Larry now was stretched full length on her body, his own rather limp organ poised near her mouth. She drew it in with a long sucking motion until she felt the shaft lengthening, bulging, reaching to fill her mouth. As she was lipping and tonguing the hardened tip she felt the stone-like spear entering her. Larry was toying with it at the entrance, circling her vaginal opening with its now-again hard coldness. She tried to suck it into her but her muscles couldn't get a grasp on the glossy surface.
He worked the massive tool from her entrance to her clitoris to her anus. There he would linger too, as though to shove the hardness in her hole. She tensed each time, waiting for the heaving thrust. Waiting for the stone shaft to pierce her rear, to tear her insides. To split her innards. The beautiful pain didn't come.
Instead the fake cock was fucking the entrance to her cunt-just the entrance-until she thought she would go mad. She wanted that fullness, that hardness inside her. She pushed against it, forgetting Larry's cock was even in her mouth. He pulled the stone away each time. With one heaving determined thrust toward the tool she screamed.
Larry had pushed to meet her thrusts. The granite priapus tore through her body meeting the stone wall of her womb. It rammed and ground at that stone wall, knocking it down brick by brick. Her vagina ached with the seemingly expanding, gouging, widening shaft grinding inside her. She sucked furiously at the prick in her mouth, sucking hard to gear herself for the oncoming thrusts.
His wrist banged against her clitoris with every shove. She arched her back, dug her heels into the bed better to meet the pile-driving, pounding prick that was smashing crashing tearing into her body. She twisted and turned to meet it head on, to feel the wrist grind against her burning, throbbing clit.
Then there was something else. She felt the thrust of fingers piercing her ass. Her mouth opened, gasping, panting, pulling his balls into her mouth, swallowing the hot cock's jism as she did so. She was frantic. Writhing, turning, moaning, lifting herself to parry the jabs, to somehow grind that stony hardness to a pulp.
Larry's fingers up her rear were motionless. He didn't have to move them. She impaled herself on them with each heave of her body. She felt herself coming down on them harder and harder as he created a crazed rhythm of slamming the dildo into her on the upbeat. She strove to catch up with him but he wouldn't let her. She'd pounce hard on his fingers, trying at the same time to meet the shove of the prick-prick? dildo? It!
A tattoo counte rbeat was being played on and in her ass cunt clit. Her tongue worked furiously over his cock with a haphazard frenzy of point counterpoint with his thrusts.
Her body ached, her mind wailed, the tension-pain-pleasure beat her insides, assaulted her, dizzied her. Her fingers grasped and gripped his full buttocks, tearing-beating-massaging them.
God, his tongue now licking the insides of her outstretched thighs, the muscles jumping twitching spasming at the sensation of the warm wetness which spanned the expanse of sensitive alive skin. Her fingers pierced his ass sending a shudder through his body, making him lose for a beat or two the cockeyed rhythm he had set up.
He started fucking her seriously then, his bottom heaving over her face, his cock taking long sliding strides in and out of her mouth in rhythm with the hard grinding tool spearing her cunt. His fingers jabbed deep inside her, pushing against the rectum walls, forcing her to concentrate on the growing sensation of the orgasm building within her.
There was no one spot to focus on. The burning fire spread throughout her body in her mouth her rear her cunt. Her fingers ached with the same flames licking at the inside of her thighs, on her clit. Her head was a kaleidoscope of broiling, blazing colors circling her mind's eye, dotting the backs of her closed eyelids, branding her brain with frenetic spasmodic burstings of color.
Unconsciously she felt his prick tip expanding, the sides growing, too, and throbbing with the heavy beating of a pre-come stroke. Her throat muscles opened to receive his hot load and white blacked out the other dancing dervishes in her brain. He spewed the stream into her mouth. She shuddered-a body-enveloping, bed-shaking throb that rent her up the middle, her body exploding with three orgasms. Deep inside her two of them split the wall between her rectum and womb, the third outside as her clit reached up to contact the now fully baked grinding granite.
She sighed with the subsiding waves of receding tension, drifting into the deep satisfaction of a supernatural spentness. Almost unconsciously she felt her now-relaxed fingers slip from Larry's rear. She licked the last drops of come from his exiting cock as he slowly withdrew the Danish dildo from within her. His tongue gave a last flicker over her thighs and he rolled from her.
"Oh, wow," was Gert's only comment as she drifted off into a deep, sound sleep.
When Gert awoke, Larry was still sleeping, upside down in the bed and with the dildo still on the bed near his hands. Smiling to herself she got up quietly, stretched and hugged herself with the lazy contentment of a purring, satisfied cat.
She went into the bathroom to turn on the light. Peering into the shadowed bedroom she saw the luminous dials of the clock. 5:30-A.M. or P.M.? She wondered. Her stomach clock decided it must be A.M. She smiled. Larry never usually went to the office until the afternoon when he first got back from a trip. She smiled to herself again. His first night and morning were reserved for her pleasure. And his, too, of course.
His! With a jolt she remembered her surprise for Larry. She looked across the bed at him, still in a deep sleep. I'll let him sleep, she thought, and show him later tonight!
She looked at the dildo, took it up from the bed into her hand. Smooth. Cold now, but-big. Hard. She wondered if that massiveness would fit inside her anus. What would it feel like? She was sure Larry had plans on her finding out but-no, it would never fit. It would kill her.
She sat on the edge of the bed, tentatively bringing the stone to her buttocks. Lord, the tip won't even fit, she told herself. It's bigger and fatter than Gil even-and unyielding as well. Still, she reached under the bed where they kept the jar of Vaseline, turning onto her stomach as she did. Smearing the greasy yellow substance onto the piece she again brought it to the crack between her buttocks. With one hand stretching behind her she held the cheeks apart. Gingerly she poised the tip at her hole, trying to relax to make the entry easy. Relax. She knew that was the key, but usually in the excitement of the knowledge of the initial thrust she tensed, making the penetration painful and frightening.
Relax, relax, she whispered to herself, yet steeling her body for the spearing. She played a bit with the tip at the puckered opening. She slid the grease down the shaft and slathered her hole with it. At the silent count of three she pushed, sending the large shaft tip only slightly inside her. She let out a deep breath pushing her rear into the air to stretch the passage. Pulling her one arm up under her forehead, she rested, half afraid to try to go deeper. She tried to envision Larry's cock inside her, filling her cavity, probing deep, but the image was illusive. She pushed on the tool again from behind, feeling it expanding her insides with the penetration. It was half in, yet she could feel it as deep as Larry's cock ever got. It felt strange. She could sense the largest part still extending in the air over her as she took away her hand to reach for more Vaseline. She could feel the thing just standing straight up into the air. She laughed at the image. It must look....
"Oh-God!" she screamed. The massive shaft pounded into her body, crashing her stomach to the bed. "Oh, my God, my God," she moaned, trying to shake the haze of stars from her eyes and concentrate her whole being in an effort to shit out the block of stone now stuffing her entire insides.
She jerked her head, dimly seeing Larry's hand extended over her bottom. With unclear thoughts she realized that, of course, how else-and there was a flash of hatred she felt for him, for the shock of that thrust, for the pain enveloping her as she felt the tool begin to slowly slide from her and also felt the weight of his hand push it back in.
"You were relaxed. I heard you laugh. Don't look at me like that," Larry said to her. "I waited until you were relaxed."
She slumped forward onto her arms, unconsciously raising her rear into the air again. Slowly, unthinkingly, she began to enjoy the sensation of the massiveness inside her. Larry's now gentle priming of the pseudo-prick began to pleasurably excite her being. The pain was ebbing. She found herself responding to the motion, her own buttocks reaching to meet the barely perceptible movement.
"Don't move," Larry told her. "I'll be right with you."
She reached behind herself to hold the cock in, to combat the slithering slipping response to the tightening of her anal muscles.
He lay atop her, his stomach pressing the cock deep inside her, imprisoning it in her body. Lifting her bottom higher into the air he reached under her, his arms encircling her hips, meeting at the clitoris. "I brought something else back, too," he told her as he pushed to enter her cunt with his own now seemingly small tool of flesh.
"That old thing," she said.
He pressed his torso tight against her ass, shoving the dildo deep within her again and said, "This old thing has something new added."
And as he ground that old thing deeper within her she had a strange tickling sensation at the outside lips-reaching up and down the length of her opening. No, not tickling. Biting, Pinching, Stinging. She felt that every thrust of his body was stopped short. And with that stopping short this variety of sensations. Almost like-like teeth and finger tips nipping and darting from her rear to her clitoris.
It was-wild. If he hadn't been fondling her breasts with both hands she would have thought his hands were creating the sensations. But as talented as she knew his hands were, they had never done-this-before. She lost her sense of concentration with his repeated thrusts. With each forward motion the huge dildo ground into her rectum. She could feel both members inside her meeting at the midway point of the pseudo-prick.
His prick was fucking a prick. That was almost funny, and she would have laughed had it not been for those thousands of lips biting at her clitoral area.
Gropingly, her hands reached down underneath her upraised body to find his prick. She needed to hold on to something. The whirling crazy images floating in her mind had to have an anchor. Something firm to cling to.
She grasped the root of his cock as he began a deep thrust. Her hand was stabbed by a hundred fingertips. She quickly withdrew it, letting the stabbing hit her lips. Holding onto his thighs, guiding each thrust, making him heave harder, poundingly, grindingly, forcefully, she savored the assaults.
Suddenly the thousand lips, the stone pillar, the thrusting cock tore through her body with a wild explosion.
Her nails dug into his fleshy thighs to signal one final thrust, but he wasn't ready to stop. He slammed into her again and again, lengthening her mind-bending orgasm until she convulsed and collapsed under him completely spent. He whipped his cock from her, sending his erupting come splashing hotly down her back.
As he removed the dildo with one swift, painful pull, he rested it and himself on her back, smearing the come over the both of them.