Yes, I'm back. With the coffee. And the donuts. I mean, the poll for Smut Marathon, Round 7. Finally! This round is an exciting one...I asked the writers to choose an item from the bountiful, beautiful Blowfish catalog for their inspiration—and damn were they ever inspired! The writers have already done their jobs. I gave them 900 words and two weeks to write. Now, here's where *you* come in. Please read each of these stories and choose the one that makes you hummmm. The poll will run until midnight on November 1st. So go on. Play with your toys!
Entry #1: Rock with Me
“I can’t take it anymore,” Joe muttered through clenched teeth. “Why me?” Why did his room have to be next to hers?
He hadn’t minded having a female roommate before. She was nice and she also knew how to cook, which had been a damn bonus. It’d been amazing at first to have home-cooked meals every evening when he came back from work. Yes, it had started out well, until she’d received that damn package in the mail.
She’d blushed a pretty shade of red when she’d gotten her hands on it, and he should have realized right then something was off. But no, he’d just watched her hurry to her room, listening to the lock turning a second later. He really should have paid more attention, because the noises had started that same evening. Little moans of pleasure, like the ones she was making now.
“Shit!” He jerked upright and before he could think it through, was out of his room. He stopped short when he noticed her door was ajar.
He leaned in, his face brushing the soft wood and pushing it open a tiny bit more. He stilled, wondering if she’d seen the door move. No, he could still hear her moans. Damn it, what the hell was she doing in there? Incensed, he stepped inside and jerked to a stop.
She was fucking herself; there was just no other description for it. He took in her nearly bared body, only clad in a too-short t-shirt that showcased more than hid her round ass. The ass that was now rocking up and down, her toes braced against her duvet.
Her breasts were obviously mashed under her, and he frowned when he realized he wanted to see them. Touch them. Taste them. The erection he’d been trying to ignore for the past hour jerked in his boxer-shorts and he grabbed himself through the thin cotton, needing to alleviate the sudden ache. He thumbed the head of his cock, feeling precome drizzle down, his eyes never leaving his roommate.
Carefully, he rounded the bed and came to a stand, his eyes nearly bugging out of his face when he spotted the purple toy nestled between her thighs. One end of it was pushed deep inside her, while the other curved over her mound, vibrating against her clit. He kept on watching as she ground her pussy against it, getting herself off as best she could. He bit back a curse. That was the hottest thing he’d ever seen in his life!
He thought of how warm and wet it must be inside of her, how snug it would be if he pushed his cock in there. The toy would vibrate against him, heightening the sensations. He would drag her t-shirt up and palm her breasts from behind, squeeze them to the point of pain so she screamed her release. No more little moans, he wanted her to shout his name just as he’d imagined those past restless nights.
He traced her cleft with his gaze and decided he’d take her ass too. The toy would provide extra stimulation, always needed in such a case, and she’d love it. He was sure of it. Fuck, he had so many ideas, so many positions he wanted to push her body in. He tugged his boxers down his legs and kicked them off, his right hand grabbing onto his cock once more. He was so fucking hard he wouldn’t last long, not the first time at least. That was her fault and she would be punished, he added inwardly. She’d been teasing him for nights on end, and now it was going to be his turn. Oh yeah.
When he moved onto the bed and laid his body on top of hers, she shrieked.
“You’ve been a very bad girl,” he told her as he lined up his cock with her pussy.
“Joe! What are you doing?”
“Giving you what you need. That toy is nothing compared to a thick hard cock.” He thrust up, his dick sliding in easily. “Yes, just like that. Fuck, you’re so wet.” He gritted his teeth when the toy’s vibrations threatened to annihilate his control. “I’m going to fuck you now, Tessa.”
“But… But…” she stammered. “Joe!”
“You need to come, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes, oh yes.” She sounded out of it. “But, it won’t fit!”
“It will. Trust me.” He kept on pushing until his balls were nestled against the damn toy. And then, he started thrusting.
When he realized the end of that purple wand pressed against her g-spot, he pushed on his hands on either side of her head and made sure his weight bore down. She responded by a low keen, her walls tightening around his cock in reaction. He smirked, pleased with himself, and did it all over again. And again.
This time, when she came, she did as ordered and screamed out his name. And the next time too. And the one after that, and… Well, let’s just say Joe now really likes that toy. Of course, he really likes his roommate too, probably more than he’d ever thought possible. Love can be weird like that sometimes…
Inspired by We Vibe II Silicone Vibrator
Entry #2: The Necklace
With Emily’s help, I’d carefully shaped and styled my hair. Under her watchful eye, I applied the makeup she’d spent weeks teaching me to perfect. I padded the lavender satin bra, tucking my cock and balls up into the matching panties. Then I smoothed the pale blue silk dress over my body, wiping away the wrinkles. Wanting to avoid razor nicks on my legs, I’d invested in a waxing session, and the skirt felt cool on my smooth thighs. Finally, I stepped into strappy stilettos that I’d had dyed to match the dress
“You’re gorgeous,” Emily said. “And to celebrate, I have a gift for you.” She handed me a small velvet jewelry box.
Opening it, I found a curious-looking necklace. Two oblong silver beads hung from tiny leather hoops, attached to a delicate chain.
“There’s more to it than meets the eye. Take off your dress and your bra.”
Part of me wanted to protest - I had put so much work into this look. But my curiosity got the better of me and I obliged. Emily picked up the necklace and looped the chain around my neck. Pinching my nipples until they stood out, she slipped them through the soft loops, securing them tightly. Then she twisted the bottom of each bead, and suddenly my nipples were pulsing with soft vibrations, my cock starting to stir and strain against the tape holding it down.
“Do you like it?” she asked, with a mischievous grin. All I could do was nod. “Wonderful. Now get dressed again and let’s go. Be careful not to jostle the beads when you put your bra on.”
When we made it to the bar, I practically collapsed on my stool. I’d spent weeks practicing walking in stilettos, but the continuous pulsing in my nipples was turning my knees to mush.
Emily ordered us both martinis. “Doing okay?” she asked as I took a shaky sip. “I hope you can concentrate. I want to see a man hit on you, watch him buy you a drink and try to take you home, knowing the whole time that you’ll brush him off and fuck me. And all the while watching you struggle against your arousal.”
Before I could retort, because a swarthy-looking guy eased onto the stool next to me.
“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked, and flashed a grin.
“A martini, please.”
“I’m Brad,” he said, extending his hand.
“Dana.” My voice wavered as I tried to make it convincing.
“Lovely to meet you. Who’s your friend?”
“I’m Emily.” She gave a short wave
“Nice to meet you. Do you need another drink?”
“I’m fine, thanks.” She turned back to her glass
Confident that he’d paid Emily the minimal amount of attention, Brad turned back to me. “So Dana,” he asked, stroking my arm. “What do you do?”
The light touch of his fingertips up and down my skin accentuated the vibrations running up through my body, and my legs started twitching in response. “I’m a software designer.” I struggled to keep my voice feminine, my arousal threatening to destroy the charade.
“So you’re pretty smart, then.”
“I’d say so.” Taking care not to fall of my stool, I gently dragged my toes up and down Brad’s pant leg. “What do you do?”
“I’m an attorney.”
“Oh, with which firm?”
“One of the big ones. But I hate to mix business with pleasure.” He licked his lips, and moved his hand down to my knee, his fingertips playing with the the hem of my skirt. My cock kept trying to grow, expand, and I half-worried that soon it would burst through the restraints.
“In that case, maybe we should go somewhere just a little more pleasurable.”
“Just what I was thinking. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to run to the restroom before we take off.”
“I’ll be right here,” I said, batting my eyes.
As soon as the restroom door closed, I turned to Emily. She was already throwing cash down on the bar to cover the drinks she’d ordered. We dashed into the street, running as best we could in our heels.
“You were beautiful,” she said as we burst into the apartment. “Just perfect.”
“Thank you. But can we maybe skip the compliments and get me off?”
Emily slowly unzipped my dress, removed my bra, slid off my panties. Carefully removing the tape, my cock sprang to life. The necklace was still there, and I could feel the vibrations all through my body.
I settled myself onto the couch and pulled her towards me, slipping off her panties, fingering her clit. Emily leaned down to kiss me and I rubbed faster, feeling her arms and knees trembling. She moaned into my mouth as she came, even more vibration to drive me crazy. As she finished, she climbed onto my cock, squeezing her cunt muscles around me. She started to ride, digging her fingers into my hair. I gripped her ass as hard as I could, pulling myself deeper inside her with every thrust. As I came, all I was conscious of was the gentle humming of the necklace.
Inspired by Incognito Vibrating Droplet Necklace
Entry #3: Sometimes
The pummeling of my orgasm ebbed as Jill slipped her mouth off me. I meshed my fingers with hers.
“Your turn,” I hummed.
She eased her hand loose and swept it through my bush like she’d lost something.
She shook her head without speaking.
“You ever…miss the cock?”
I squeezed my eyes closed. In truth, she’d never said she was gay. Just ‘hi’. In no time we’d gone from ‘cute earrings’ to ‘don’t you dare stop’. Knowing how to wrangle a clit only made her a woman, not a lesbian.
I rolled away from her.
“Please, Lexy. Don’t be angry.”
“I don’t know what I am. But it’s not angry.”
I should’ve known. Flirting was like food for her. It gave me a buzz to see how men ate it up, and I’d fooled myself it was all show. I could’ve asked, I guess. But my mouth was always full.
She left without another word. I cupped my cunt and whispered goodbye.
She called me at work the next day.
“If you had a baby, who’s the one man you’d trust her with?” She had a talent for strange questions.
“Gabe.” The only man who’d ever made me come. The last man I’d ever fucked.
They were both on the sofa when I got home. I hugged Gabe. Jill hugged me. I stared into her green eyes until she kissed me. She gave me a box, but stayed my hand.
She meshed my fingers with hers, and turned to Gabe. “Sometimes…”
“I get it, Jill. But why Gabe?”
“Because he’d never hurt you.” She kissed my fingers. “Let me show you?”
I knew where she was going. I’d already said goodbye. I gave a short lie of a nod.
She worked Gabe’s belt. He looked at me, the worry on his face for only a second before Jill took his breath away.
I dug my nails into my wrist as her tongue curled around his cock. She coaxed him into a daunting rigidity. He glistened like oil where she’d touched him. I wished I didn’t love them both so hard.
I was entranced by the somnolent ecstasy on Jill’s face as she swabbed my last cock. Jealousy segued into hubris. I’d painted that same expression on her dozens of times. If she just wanted a scrap of meat to gnaw on once in a while…I guess I could live with that. Maybe.
She held him in her mouth as she shucked off her skirt. Of course she was naked underneath.
She fell to her knees. Turning her ass away from me, she laid her head on the floor. Even through her wild tresses of hair, her eyes were clear.
Gabe found his voice. “Lex…you okay?”
I held Jill’s gaze as I nodded, more fluidly this time. Gabe’s cock poked out at me like a threat. His fingers curled around Jill’s hips and he slowly fell inside her.
I lost her for a second as hips met hips. Through her hair I could see a ferocity on her face that was new to me. It was anger, eroded by need.
Gabe did what guys do. He was always gentler than most, but he’s still a guy. The slapping of his flesh against Jill’s sounded like sport.
Jill bit her lip and sucked in a lungful.
“Stop please, Gabe.” Always polite.
Gabe’s eyes spun as he came back to the room. He gritted his teeth and for a moment became everything I’d left behind. His body swelled with that daunting rigidity, but he spat out a moan that took the tension with it. He slipped out of my girl and onto his back.
Jill nodded at the box. I’d already guessed its secret. A Boitoy Silicone Dildo. A Big Nothing Nylon Harness.
“Do you love me, Lexy?”
I held the dildo like it was produce. “Already.”
“You’ve seen how it’s done. Please?” Always polite.
I stripped, threaded the toy through the ring and donned the harness. I felt armed – potent – as I knelt behind Jill.
She rolled onto her back. “No. You I need this way.”
“I don’t know what to do.”
I wrapped my hand around my new cock. I nudged it toward her with all the skill of a virgin and felt the blood in my cheeks.
With just a hand on my hip, Gabe guided me home. Then left. He’s a beautiful man.
Jill’s eyes stayed locked on mine, but her mouth wreathed into a dirty smile. She put her knees to her shoulders. I fell against her, into her, and felt my lip sneering with effort. My clit tingled under the pressure of the toy. All my strength flowed from my pelvis.
She pulled on my shoulders, curled her legs around me. With my breasts I felt her body shudder to the pounding of my hips.
She sucked the air straight from my lungs then shot it back as pure climax.
My eyes spun like Gabe’s had. My hips were power-hungry.
Jill bit my shoulder. “Thank you.”
I sat back on my heels. “Anytime.”
“No. Sometimes. I still need these.” Her lips against mine. “These.” Her tongue on my breast. “These.” My fingers in her cunt.
My cock in her mouth.
Boitoy Silicone Dildo
Big Nothing Nylon Harness
Entry #4: See No Evil, Speak No Evil...
What does darkness sound like?
You'd think it's silence... dead of night. Everyone asleep. Except it never is. There's always noise, no matter how distant. Trains fading in and out. Breathing up close. Sirens. Rustle of blankets. Footfalls.
I'm a creature of never-ending night. Of blacker-than-black darkness. And not just between setting sun and rising dawn.
He's back. I hear bags rustle before he enters the kitchen.
"Oooh," I sidle sensually along the wall towards him. "What you bought me?"
"It's a surprise." A bag rustles. "Turn around. Close your eyes."
Something touches my hair. Bands stretched over head until there's pressure around my eyes. I turn to him, open my eyes to blackness.
"What for?" I ask.
"Because your eyes always say, 'fuck me'. I want you to be innovative."
"Surely they don't?" I pause, then ask, "If my siren eyes are hidden, does that mean you don't want me any more?"
He takes my hand. I can tell by the number of steps and direction we're in the bedroom. Beside the bed, still unmade, where we fucked last night. The sheets must be strewn this way and that. Still heady with the lingering scent of us. Of sweat. His cum. Perfume of my wetness.
He's close behind. I can sense his warmth... no, heat... almost but not quite in contact.
Whisper in my ear. "Make me want you another way..."
I turn, know exactly where to feel. My waist level with his hips. Between them... my grip is accurate, intense. The stiffness of his cock through trousers and boxers. I relax, caress it. Let it burn in my palm even with insulating fabric.
"Better." he growls.
They say the way to a man's heart is via his stomach. I say it's lower. Fumbling with his garments until they fall away, and go down on him, quickly, greedily.
"Are your eyes saying 'fuck me' now?" I ask, before popping him in my mouth. Letting my tongue and lips have their wickedest of ways on hot, throbbing skin. Tasting his need to be penetrating me.
"Can't you tell?" he replies, before voice is lost to moans. Meaningless sounds of rapture. Of my tongue wrapping, lapping over his cock. Of lips pursed around the tip as I make him cum in gasping, shuddering spurts. Savour them on my taste buds before swallowing but not letting go. Milking him for a second, merciless blowjob, until his legs give and he collapses on the sheets with my mouth still surrounding him. Until he can't help but squirt almost painfully again.
Cum dribbling down my chin, I crawl up him. Share it in a sticky snog.
"Now tell me I only use my eyes... " I purr.
It takes minutes to get his breath back, so vigourous and sudden was his climax. Like a punch to his soul, while his jac was thrust hard and sweet in my throat.
"Too easy..." he murmurs. More rustling in his shopping bag of tricks. As I perch there wondering, another gadget is fixed around my jaw. Something not his dick in my mouth. A gag? I can't even ask...
"Try that again without your lips and tongue"
Bastard! I can't even call 'unfair'...
I'm on top, dressed. He still has his shirt on. I make to remove it. Then, as his arms are behind, bound within sleeves, I push him down so his wrists are pinned under his back.
The gag masks my dirty smile too...
I'm sitting on his dick, limp from two killer bjs but struggling under my twat to reblossom, harden for another round. My weight straps him to the mattress as I unbutton my blouse. Undo my skirt so I can pull it over my head until I'm just in my thong. I wish I could see his expression...
Leaning forward, I dunk my nipples to his mouth. He suckles them, making me sigh as his tongue caresses them to hard sensitivity, sparking through my body. Connecting hard with the lust in my belly.
Reaching back, I ease the thong to one side and settle back. I don't need to guide, as his rock rigid cock is bowed up ready. Sliding through me easily but with pressure enough to almost make me cum. By the time I sit up he's as deep in me as can be.
Gagged, I can't even ask if he surrenders, as my hips gyrate, spinning his cock pleasingly in my cunt. As my thighs tighten on his hips, keeping him in the vice of my lust.
Can't ask if, without eyes or mouth, my whole body screams 'fuck me'. Him trapped under me. Tweaking his nipples, running nails over trembling chest, dipping fingers in his mouth and letting him suck sensually on them, until my own rocking, swaying body has my fill of him.
Then it's my turn to collapse on him, satisfied.
Eventually I let him go, rolling off, letting his spent cock fall slippery from inside, more sweetly-scented wetness to sully our sheets. I hear him struggling to get up, unbind his arms. Shake the numbness from them.
Eventually, he ungags me to reveal a grin of enjoyment, but when the blindfold is removed, there is still darkness.
I've been blind for years. Never needed blindfolding but he needed to know if my unseeing eyes said more than 'fuck me'...
Maybe they don't.
Inspired by Soft Lover's Blindfold & Inflatable Gag
Entry #5: Overdue
He'd been watching her for a while. He couldn't help it really -- the counter where she stood to check books out to the students was directly outside his office. Every time he looked up, there she was, that perfectly rounded ass practically staring him in the face as she leaned over to press her due date stamp into precise little rows. He knew he shouldn't stare, felt vaguely predatory every time--barely out of college herself, she was so prim, so unsullied, like she'd been magically beamed in whole from the 1950s. He wanted to mess her up somehow, he'd finally admitted to himself, to wrinkle that pressed white blouse. To ruck up the narrow skirt and bury himself in her, make her sweat and shake and writhe. He wanted to undo her.
Then that morning she'd come in an unheard-of five minutes late, flustered and slightly rumpled. Her cheeks were flushed and she seemed out of breath. She stammered out an excuse, the buses were delayed, but he couldn't shake the feeling that she'd arrived to work freshly fucked. That little slut! The idea drove him crazy. All day sordid images filled his head: her mouth open in ecstasy as some faceless guy slammed into her from behind; down on her knees with a hard cock pushing between her lips; her tits bouncing as she rode astride, her face contorting as she came...
By the time she poked her head in the door to tell him she was leaving for the day (last, as usual), he could barely stand it. He gestured her inside, noticed she had a smudge of ink along her jaw line. Before he could check himself he reached out, meaning only to wipe it away, but the second he touched her she leaned into his fingers. Like she'd been just waiting for him to do it. Like she was a cat wanting to be petted. He stroked his thumb under her chin and she tipped her head back, closed her eyes. Exposing her neck to him. So vulnerable. He fought the urge to sink his teeth into her.
"I'm disappointed in you," he said instead. Her eyes flew open in surprise. (Actually, he was just as surprised. Where had that come from?) "You were late this morning." She fidgeted under his gaze. "And now you've gotten yourself all dirty." She gulped. He circled behind her and spoke in her ear. "All day I've been wondering what to do with you..." A tiny noise flew from her, just barely audible in the small room, and she blushed fiercely, stared at the floor. He placed his hand in the small of her back and pushed her gently toward the desk. She seemed about to protest so he grabbed the back of her neck and pushed a little harder. That time she couldn't restrain a moan.
"Hands on the desk," he ordered, and she complied. He tried telling himself to stop, that he could lose his job over such inappropriate behavior, but it was no use. He wanted to touch her so badly that he couldn't have stopped if he'd tried. And what's more, she wanted him to. She was standing there angled over his desk, palms flat, trying not to move, but her chest was heaving as she struggled to control her breath, and her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric of her blouse. (His mind seized on that little detail: She was excited. So he'd been right, earlier. She *was* a little slut!) He hiked her skirt up over her hips and nearly exploded right then at the sight of her pale skin, pink panties just begging to be torn off. He couldn't keep himself reined in any longer and ran his hands over her ass, lightly at first, then more firmly, digging his fingers into her flesh. She arched her back, panting, trying to move against him. He took his hands away abruptly and she whimpered in frustration. His cock jumped at the sound. He leaned over her, ground his crotch against her for a second, then said, "You understand that you're going to be punished, don't you, young lady?" She thrust back against him uncontrollably, blurted "Yes" on an outpouring of breath. He groped her ass again, this time sliding a finger down the cleft of her pussy. Holy god in heaven, he could feel how wet she was, even through her panties. Desire hit him all over again, as if he'd been punched in the gut, knocking the wind out of him. He could see her trembling as she waited; he knew her cunt must be throbbing. And when he got his breath back, he raised his hand to begin.
The first smack made her yelp. So undignified a sound he almost laughed, almost broke the spell they were under, but then he noticed it. He pushed her panties halfway down her thighs to see better. Stripes.
"What the hell is this?"
She was silent. He spanked her again, and again, and she sighed. Broad red handprints over faint pink lines. He could see, now, how wet she was.
"I've already been punished today." She said it into the desk, but he heard her. He shoved two fingers inside her and felt her convulse around him as she cried out. His mind raced. What he was going to do to her.
Inspired by: riding crop
Entry #6: Symphony for Three
Retrieving my purse from the floor, I heard it. A very low, distinct humming, intermittent. I moved my head a little and determined that it was in front of me, nearby. As I was sitting at the end of my row, only two seats could logically be suspect. The second seat from the end was occupied by an older gentleman in a beautiful dove-grey suit, who looked as though he had slept through some portion of the cello concerti. The seat directly in front of me then. An absolutely lush redhead, wearing a strapless scarlet gown that set off her milky skin and impressive décolletage. I had been aware of her all evening, was she the source of the noise? I bent down again and listened carefully. Yes indeed, there was a very low hum emanating from this lovely creature. I was fascinated and more than a little curious. Looking around, I realized the theatre was emptying, no one was lingering on a week night to chat. She made no move to rise, indeed was not moving at all. I scanned the theatre once more and made a quick decision. I walked casually to the pillars nearby that supported the boxes above and marked the exits. I slipped behind a column. In deep shadow, I was confident that no one would spot me as the house lights were now dimmed somewhat. It was only the two of us left, and she still hadn't moved from her seat. I waited with her.
His footsteps gave him away before I saw him, the amphitheatre shape carrying the sound so perfectly. He strode across the stage, down the stairs, and to her side. The principal cellist, he had thrummed through my body all evening with his bow and brooding intensity. He came to one knee in the aisle beside her seat, with a flourish of his tailcoat.
“Did you enjoy it, my dear?” His voice was deep, dark chocolate.
“It was flawless, my love, as always.” Her eyes held his, but I could hear her sharp intake of breath as she finished speaking. Her voice was soft, husky, a study of sensuality.
“And my little treat?”
“It was quite... novel.” Her lips quirked into a smile.
Still holding his eyes, she reached down and began to gather up the skirt of her gown. A length of shapely calf gave way to thigh, until she could go no further. Pearly skin met black lace at her hip. He reached out slowly, with one finger, and traced a path from ankle to black lace.
Her hand slipped under her skirt, then back out. I could see her fingers glistening as she offered them. He leaned forward, licked her fingers slowly in turn. His hand moved up her torso, then slowly drew her bodice down until her breasts were completely exposed. A tinkling wafted across the space. Her nipples were thimble-hard, blushing prettily above the velvet. It was then that I realized she was pierced, each breast sported a ring with a tiny bell on it. He sat back, drinking in the sight of her. My hand crept to my own nipple, pinching hard through silken fabric.
“Will you come, here, with no regard for who might see, my dear? Shall I turn up that little vibe nestled so sweetly between your lips, allow you some release? What pleasure it was to know that the remote in my pocket was causing you such trouble while I played.”
His words drew a low moan from her lovely throat, and she nodded slowly. Her face was awash with need, as was I. My pussy clenched as he reached into his pocket and withdrew a small black object. From the way her body stiffened, it was the remote and he had just increased the intensity. As she began to flush, her eyes glazing just a bit, I knew I couldn't watch. I needed to come so badly that I would come with her if I stayed, I was sure of it. I crept out of the theatre, making a beeline to the ladies room. I had my skirt around my waist before the stall door shut, and one hand cupping a breast, pinching the nipple hard. My fingers dove to my clit and began furiously circling that rock hard nub. Leaning against the cool marble-tiled wall, I came harder and faster than any lover had ever imagined, thinking of the woman in scarlet and her lover. My orgasm left me spent and almost weak, panting and half-sated. I would take care of the rest in the comfort of my bed later.
After a minute or two, I dropped my skirt and reorganized myself to a semblance of normal. Leaving the stall, I crossed to the mirrors and touched up my lipstick, picturing her lips instead of mine. This woman and her cellist would haunt my fantasies for a long time. Turning to leave, I noticed a small scarlet bag sitting on the chair beside the door. A small note on top, written in an elegant, feminine script, read: “Perhaps this will bring you as much pleasure as it did me.” A lipstick kiss ended the missive. Curious, I opened the velvet package. The vibrator was still warm, and the remote had been included.
Inspired by remote-controlled vibrator
Entry #7: The Sisterhood
“Now Shannon, to begin your initiation ceremony, you must kneel before the altar, and speak the words of those who have passed through before you. Allow his light to enter you freely and without prejudice so that you may go forth and spread his word in the ways of our sisters. Remember not that which you are leaving behind, but look ahead to those lessons and experiences that await you on your journey.”
Shannon nodded, kneeling, hands tented. Her eyes closed, and she felt a cool breeze caress her under the thin gossamer cloak, the only clothing allowed in the sanctuary. Her nipples peaked in response, and a wave of heat shot through her groin. She licked her lips, and spoke, her voice trembling with the realization of the commitment she was about to make.
“Of my own choice, in sound mind, I open my body and my soul to you. From this day forth, I am the mistress of my own pleasure. From this day forth, no flesh shall touch my body but my own.” Her hands drifted down her torso, over her chilling breasts and resting on her taut abs. She raised her head, gazing at the portrait behind Matron Mary. It was of Voluptas – the Roman goddess of Sensual pleasure, naked on a bed, one hand between her thighs, the other clutching a long, slightly curved stone phallis.
“As Voluptas before me, I shall not deny myself the pleasure that my body can give me, as it is truly God’s most magnificent gift to us. I shall seek to bestow that knowledge upon myself daily. When I am ready, I shall go into the world, and spread the word of these pleasures to my fellow women, and show them that self love is truly the most satisfying”
She stood, arms spread. “Paradise was lost once, and it is within us to find it again. We, indeed, are all we need. We are our own Paradise.”
With that, Shannon was helped up onto the altar with the utmost care. As she lay back, standing above her was Sister Caroline. In her hands, she cupped a glass dildo, made in the very image of the one Voluptas held in her hands in the portrait. The legend spoke that it was molded from the original. Each girl was presented with one at her initiation.
She shivered as Sister Lisette slathered it with lube, like it was a real cock. Carefully and with reverence, she placed it in Shannon’s hands. She glanced over at the rest of the sisterhood, all watching her with eager eyes.
As she slid the dildo down her body, she rested it briefly on her clit, which was plump with anticipation. She moved it around slowly, allowing the sensations to build up. She stroked it up and down, pushed it left and right. It had been so long since she’d masturbated, in preparation for tonight, that she had to fight herself not to plunge the smooth shaft into her eager pussy.
Instead she circled it around her entrance, her muscles contracting. She dragged it through the wetness of her slit, pushing the head just inside her. She let it sit there, relishing in the weight of it, the smooth texture, the sheer thickness. Her other hand moved up to her breasts, caressing them through her habit. She pinched at her nipples, whimpering as they tingled. Her eyes closed, she pushed the dildo in further, stretching her walls and filling her to the core. She moved it faster, in and out, tuning out the squelching sounds it made as she fucked herself with it.
Her back arched with every thrust, her breath coming out in gasps as she twisted it, thrusting it forward to hit her G-spot. Her free hand abandoned her nipples and moved to caress her clit. She moaned loudly as she felt her insides clench. She rolled her clit, scratching at the tip with her fingernail, bringing her to the very edge.
She needed to come. It was the final ritual of the ceremony. The ladies below all waited, fingers tracing patterns around their own cunts. Their arousal was evident, as musk permeated the air. Once she came, they would all celebrate by fucking themselves, celebrating their own bodies, and her acceptance into their family. They watched carefully, some stroking their own toys as if they could milk them like a real cock. Some circled them with their tongues, deep-throating them like they had in past lives. All were eager to come.
Shannon didn’t disappoint them, working her clit and the dildo in the same frantic rhythm. She shuddered and came with a giant scream, her body stiffening right down to her toes.
It was all the encouragement the girls needed. As her orgasm slowly subsided, Shannon turned her head to gaze at the bevy of beauties in the throes of their own personal fuck session.
She sat up on the altar, a little disoriented. Matron Mary helped her down, and then kissed her lightly on the mouth.
”Welcome to the sisterhood child.”
“Thank you Matron. I think I’m going to like it here.”
Inspired by glass dildos
Ohhh, wow. I'm all a fucking flutter! Plus, just so you know, that cutting and pasting has put me in quite the sex-toy shopping mood. Or the sex-toy using mood. Of course, now's the tough part: choosing a favorite! Good luck, and see ya on the flip side.