Boys, Toys, and Lingerie – Part 2 (A/L)

(A) – This story contains anal play, including anal intercourse. 

(L) – This story contains strong language. 

Read Part 1 of the story here.

I was invested now, determined to see if I could fit him in me.

First, I planted Duke firmly on top of the tub edge.  I poured lube into my hand and wrapped it around the thick shaft and head, taking in the length and thickness.

Slipping off my heels, I straddled the tub edge above him and placed one foot in the tub and the other on the floor.  Then I took a deep breath and lowered myself until I felt that soft head applying pressure to my entrance.  I reached down to rub the head up and down my labia until I felt that I had parted sufficiently so I could move him to my opening.  Once more I lowered myself, and the pressure caused my vagina to stretch.

I had never put anything this big inside of me before.  I was uncertain and wondered if I should just stop . . . but I kept going.  Each centimeter introduced new sensations.  I could feel the ridge of the head as my vaginal muscles swallowed and gripped it tightly.

Realizing I was holding my breath, I focused on getting myself to relax with deep breaths, lowering myself down further and reaching the thicker part just below the head.  Oh my goodness, it was huge!  No way was this going to fit!  I backed off, just leaving the head inside of me, but beginning to move my hips around.

Thoughts were swirling in my head: What made him think I could fit this inside of my little body? He knows darn well that he fills me up!

The thing is, I do have another 8-inch dildo, but it’s nowhere as thick as this one.  And 99% of the time when I’m using it, I only get about half of it in.  Yes, I’ve had it in balls-deep before, but not for long!  It was too darn uncomfortable.

How do women fit a man this big inside of them?

Finally I thought perhaps this was the wrong position.  I climbed off the Duke, pulled it off of the tub, and went into the bedroom.  I got on my knees on the bed with my feet hanging over the edge.  Spreading my cheeks, I slid the dildo down the crevice until I felt the tip touch my entrance.  Tilting forward, I pushed again.  The head stretched me as it slowly passed the ridge.

I kept trying to force and push.  I wasn’t sure how far I went, but reached the point where I knew I didn’t want to go any farther.  Feeling around, I grasped the shaft right where it entered my vagina and pulled it out.

Not more than 4 inches.

I rolled over on my back, pulled my feet up and laid them flat on the mattress, arched my hips so I was rising a bit off the bed, and started pushing Duke into me again.  This time he slipped in a little more easily past the head.  I looked down.  There were still 5 inches of thick shaft hanging out of me.  Again I tried to push, grunting with the force of it.

By now I wasn’t sure if I wanted to continue.  It was at the point where it didn’t feel good at all.  I stayed there for a while just letting him lay here inside of me.  Eventually, the pain subsided and it just felt uncomfortable, like I was too full.  But my heartbeat had slowed down as well as my breathing.  I didn’t really want to give up. 

Reaching back down one more time, I took ahold of it and breathed deeply in and out as I slowly pushed it in.  Again I laid there for a while, just taking in the feeling.  It felt uncomfortable but not bad.

I tried pushing a little bit farther.  I hit what I considered to be the maximum.  I put my hands around the shaft; I could feel the balls at my forefinger, and my little finger was against my vulva.

Very slowly I pulled it out and then pushed it back in again until I felt that same pressure point . . . again . . . again . . . again.

I was surprised at myself, taking this massive piece of silicone.  I tried twisting and turning a little bit and I could feel the thickness moving against the walls of my vagina.  Eventually I started pushing and pulling slowly again.  The pace quickened until I was actually thrusting, each heavy plunge accompanied with a grunt from me.

But with time it became too uncomfortable, so I slid Duke out of me.

Going to my nightstand, I grabbed another friend—a large dildo of more-than-average thickness, but not quite as huge as Duke.  I put the head in my opening and was surprised at how easily he slid in.  I had been stretched out and was happily lubricated now.  

I hit the button which started the thrusts and vibrations.  Oh that felt sooooo good!

Pushing him in as far as I had pushed Duke, I let him sit there, vibrating and thrusting inside of me.  Then I rolled over on my stomach, grabbing him to hold him in.  I crawled up to my knees and laid my face on the pillow, proceeding to pull and push him in and out of me.  All the while I was cooing and whimpering.  

Next to the pillow was Duke, still wet from being inside me.  Taking him with my other hand, I pressed his head to my lips and opened my mouth to lick him.  Once again my tongue was coated with my taste, and it turned me on so much that I found myself sucking him like an oversized popsicle.

All the while I was unaware of his arrival.

It wasn’t until I had heard a bit of movement behind me that I opened my eyes and saw my husband standing there.  He had his phone out and was taking pictures of me.

I pulled Duke out of my mouth and smiled at my husband.  “Hi honey!  Your friends are here!” 

“Fuuuckkk, babe!  That was hot!  You were so lost you never even knew I was here.  I’ve been here for almost 10 minutes.”

As we talked, the mechanical sound of our friend was still working hard, thrusting into me.

“Well just so you know, I’m really close,” I said sensually.

He quickly put his phone down and stripped out of his clothes.  I hummed with delight as I noted he was already fully erect.  With two or three strokes of his fingers around his shaft, that clear liquid began to ooze out and drool, beads of precum hanging like jewels.

One of the secrets I had learned that helped our sex life blossom was becoming his personal pornstar: wearing what he likes to see me in, showing him how horny I can get, stepping out of my public persona into that of his own private slut.  I had come to embrace this part of my life, and seeing him stiff and dripping for me was part of my personal reward.  It was so fulfilling knowing that the woman he was excited about and wanted was me!

Climbing on the bed behind me, he ran his fingers between my spread cheeks.  He rubbed my labia and pulled my juices back up to my anus, slipping first one, then two fingers in.  With pushes and pulls and twists, he stretched my sphincter.

He withdrew his fingers and spit on my anus, working it some more until finally he got a thumb inside.

Then I felt it . . . the pressure of his helmet against my wrinkled hole.

Slowly he pressed until my sphincter relaxed.  I pushed back gently, bracing myself for it with a grunt, then a long groan through my teeth.  He was in.  Very slowly he pulled out, only to slide back in again.  The feeling of having him fill my ass while our friend filled my pussy made me giddy with need.

We don’t do anal sex on a regular basis, but there has always been this unique sense of excitement about it: the taboo of being where one normally would not go.  There’s also that feeling of pain which slowly turns to pleasure.  I had learned long ago to relax and accept this sensation. 

My husband’s hands held my hips, making it easier and easier for him to push into my anus balls-deep.  In a short span of time I could feel his belly against me, signaling that he was completely inside.  I reached back and felt his sack against my fingertips as he moved in and out.  His friend was still thrusting and vibrating inside me.

There was something about this whole scene that was almost surreal.  Both of my holes were full, my husband in my ass, his friend in my vagina.  

I felt his hands slide slowly up my back, massaging as they went.  Gently he gathered my hair and gripped close to the back of my skull, giving me a gentle lift.  Then reaching over and taking Duke, he stood him upright right in front of my face.

“Don’t forget our new friend.”

I willingly opened my lips and wrapped my free hand around the shaft so I could slide it in and out of my mouth.

Again, another surreal moment . . . having every admittance to my body filled with sexual pleasure . . . embracing who I was for that moment.  I was fulfilling my husband’s desires, and it was something I enjoyed completely.  We had come to a place where I was everything he wanted in a wife.  And I felt complete.

He released my hair, then leaned over my back and whispered close in my ear, “You are my queen, the most beautiful woman on earth, the fulfillment of all that I could ever want or need.  I love you more than you could ever know or understand.”   His warm breath caressed my skin before he pressed his lips to it.

I moaned, my mouth still full of Duke.  My husband drew out and thrust back into my ass over and over.  With each full thrust I moaned and grunted.  He grabbed hard on my hips and pushed in deep.  I began to whimper, the warmth of an orgasm just beginning to fill my midsection.  I was breathing deep and heavy through my nose.  My squeals of pleasure were muffled by the mass filling my mouth.

Then I heard him groan, that guttural sound of pleasure as he began spasming inside my ass.  That took me from merely walking along the cliff to plunging over.  

My orgasm overwhelmed me.  I pulled Duke from my mouth and began screeching in pleasure.  I felt my vaginal walls contracting around our friend, and my tight sphincter squeezed my husband’s length.  My whole body quivered and shook.  I didn’t think it would stop! It seemed like minutes.  My husband had stopped movement to let me take in the fullness of my orgasm.  My voice resonated with the same quiver of my body.  

I collapsed on my stomach.  Our friend escaped and pushed and squirmed on the mattress.  I laid flat for a minute as the waves began to subside, my body still jerking involuntarily.

My husband was still inside of me and pressed his body over mine, laying on me as he kissed my back and shoulders.  Gradually he went limp and slipped out of my tender ass.  He rolled over to my side and pulled me into his arms.  

“Baaaaabe you are amazing,” he murmured.

I managed a weak smile as he brushed the hair lovingly back from my face.  His touch on my cheek and back was a sweet caress.  

After some kissing and recovery we got up from the bed.  I fixed myself up and stayed in my lingerie, padding around the house in my stocking-clad feet.  He stayed naked much to my pleasure.  Watching my man walking around naked is one of my greatest enjoyments.  

The rest of our night was spent cuddling and kissing and loving.  My body felt used, but in the good way.  At times it felt as if I still had that vibrating feeling inside of me, and my tender anus reminded me of the pleasure that the pain brought.

Needless to say, the lingerie got a thumbs-up from both of us, and it’s been worn many times since.

Duke on the other hand found a place in the drawer next to the bed.  When I’m reminded of his presence there, I might take him out and give him a little kiss, but he really doesn’t play much of a part anymore.

My husband got his dream and learned at the same time that everybody has limits.

Lady L.💋