I realised she was going to spend any second and I had been taking it easy and enjoying the new thrill- having earned it!
I jammed my mouth to hers and bucked hard beneath her, gasping as “Fred” tore into me-Stella squealed at the same time as the stopper was jabbed harder against her clitoris. I jerked frantically up at her, as her movements started to become ragged and lost their rhythm. She looked deep into my eyes; her own misting.
“Darling…darling; I'm… I'm…going to…oohhh…”
“Now, Stella — now, darling! I'm sp-spending with you…the milk! Argh!.. DARLING!”
As I melted into ecstasy, warm milk jetted up me in powerful spurts, seeming to touch the centre of my orgasm and prolong it, helped by the panting, spending Stella jerking about on top of me. I was filled to overflowing and felt the milk running out and trickling down my bottom-cheeks, through the cleft between them, to flow cool over my anus, stretched with the lifted position of my thighs over Stella's.
As pleasure receded, our movements flagged, Stella drooping heavily on my relaxed body, the dildo still in me to the hilt. I stirred after a while.
“You know-these things don't do the decent thing and go soft afterwards! At the moment, 'Fred' feels like a giant rolling-pin up there! Besides which, that milk is all cold and wet under my bottom.”
“Sorry, darling-that was quite a ride we had.” She lifted herself and gently withdrew the dildo. “Think you'll want him again?”
I looked at “Fred” as she knelt up; he was all wet and slimy-looking now, but still jutting proudly from Stella's loins.
“I think he's a 'must' for any hen party! He hurt me at first, the rascal, but I must admit he more than made up for it. Oh, yes-I shall want him again, all right- and again!”
I watched her unstrap it from about her hips; she held it out, dangling from the straps, for a moment, then put the tip to her lips, kissed it, licked my spend off with her tongue. Her mouth opened wide, then, and the knob disappeared inside.
“You must like me a lot, Stella, to do that.”
She pulled the head from her mouth and smiled at me with glistening lips.
“Like you? I love you darling!” Her pink tongue came out and licked along the length of the dildo. “Besides-you taste so nice! You're my favourite flavour!” And she didn't stop until she had licked every inch that had been inside me. “Think you could stand another bout shortly? Giving, this time?”
“Whenever you're ready.”
“You have to be ready, too — it's murder on the clitoris, you know!”
“It's murder in the vagina! Don't worry-I'll be ready when you are.”
She put the dildo on the bedside table and lay down beside me.
“I suppose it won't hurt you like it hurt me?”
“No — I've been 'broken in'! It still stretches me, though. As a matter of fact, I have been broken the other way, as well.”
“The other way?”
“My bottom-that was murder!”
“You've actually taken that thing up your back passage?” I shuddered at the mere thought.
“Up to the hilt in my backside, darling! I must be honest, though-it wasn't 'Fred.' It was smaller-not so thick and an inch or two shorter. But that's still huge when you take it up your rectum, I can tell you! I nearly passed out the first time Rose did it to me.”
“But why did she do it-you can't spend that way, can you?”
She turned and hugged me close to her, smiling into my face.
“For a married woman with a daughter, you are a sweet little innocent, aren't you, darling! Hasn't Phil ever used your bottom?”
“No. He's played around there-kissing and so forth and maybe pushing a finger-tip in there, but that's all.”
“You liked having me kiss your little hole and pushing my finger in, didn't you?”
“Of course-but that a lot different to having a big thing like a penis up there. I can imagine what it would be like just to have Phil's there, never mind a hard rubber dildo.”
“But it's what goes with it as well. We start off by kissing and fingering and pushing our tongues in as well as playing with the legitimate entrance-that gets you all nice and sexy and ready for anything. We use grease, of course-vaseline is the best, I think. It hurts a bit to start with and one always feels very distended, but when you have another woman doing it and all sorts of other things besides- holding you, rubbing herself against you, squeezing your tits and frigging your clitty, you forget all about the pain and the discomfort becomes a thrill.”
“Did she do it to you often?”
“I don't know about often-quite a few times.”
“Did you do it to her?”
“Sometimes-when she was really randy; I think I have a more sexy bottom than Rose, though.”
She reached behind her and felt at it. I sat up and leaned over her to see what she was up to. She had a finger stuck well up er lovely rear, slowly pushing it in and out. “Ooh-lovely!” she breathed. “It's about time I had something done to me there — it must be about two years since Rose last did it.”
“Has any other woman ever had your bottom?”
“No-only Rose. She kept that smaller size specially for the job. I suppose she's using it on her new girlfriend's behind now!”
“Any regrets about the break-up?”
“Oh, no-as I said, we just drifted. I don't think we were ever really in love with each other; we had some great times together and got a lot of satisfaction sexually-we're still very fond of one another, as you probably noticed!”
“I take it Rose was slightly the more dominant partner?”
“She was. It was she who first suggested I try taking it up my rear-I think she got kicks out of hearing my groans when it first went in, so it's an odds-on certainty that she's broken Dorothy in that way.”
“What about the woman you told me you used to visit in town now and again before she took up with someone else?”
“Margaret? What do you want to know about her?”
“Well, what was she like; how did you make love, etc?”
“Now, what sort of tone is that, I wonder?”
“I can't make up my mind whether it's a natural curiosity to know more about my sex life; wistful, because you may have missed something, or a masochistic urge to fan the fires of jealousy!”
I snuggled into her and she held me very close, smiling.
“Which is it, darling?”
“I don't know — it may be a little of each!” I murmured.
“Really want to know?”
“Hm-hm!”
“Well, she had a flat just outside of town-I met her in the Lesbian Club. I hadn't any associations at the time and neither had she. She was a tall girl, not very big in the breasts, but an excellent figure. Let me see-she was twenty-six when we first met about eighteen months ago; brown hair and eyes, pretty face. We both had something between our legs that needed attention, so we came to an agreement. There was no love in it- friendliness and sex and that was all. I would ring her or she would give me a ring and I'd go into town and spend the night with her; she came down to me for a couple of week-ends, but you wouldn't have seen her — we kept very much to the house on those occasions!”
“Was she nice-making love, I mean?”
“She was quite sexy!”
“Did you use a dildo on one another?”
“Quite a lot. Funny girl, in some ways.
“How, funny?”
“She had two different moods-both very much in opposition to one another; I never knew which one it was going to be until I arrived.”
