Sundara - Part 3 - Sex Stories

Sundara - Part 3

The fact that Belinda had brought the new toy with her means she must have at least suspected that I would go too far and end up fucking the shoe store guy; I felt a little hurt at this presumption but also a little giddy with love for her that she knew me so well. Oh my God, this was a toy from a gothic torture fantasy! The reason I didn’t recognise it at first was because it was three-pronged instead of two. The business end was pink and thick and very realistic; Belinda held it by the shaft and slid it through her closed fist for effect, revealing inch after inch of the most realistic, thick cock with bulging veins and a slight downwards curve. Six, then seven inches projecting from her tiny fist and i t just kept on going! Watching her play with it, I remembered that this was modelled on her mystery man; I don’t know what was more shocking; wondering how I would fit this wonderful thick shaft in my pussy, or remembering that the real monster cock on which this was modelled had already been balls-deep inside me and filled me to overflowing with steaming jets of cum. Finally opening her fist and showing me the base, I could see that the entire thing was the length of Belinda’s forearm, though thankfully not as thick. At the bottom it was similar to the one I bought for her; a U-bend into a shorter dildo that slid into the wearer’s pussy and clamped down on her pubic bone, but this one had another attachment projecting behind that. It looked like a rattlesnake tail; ...

... another five inch dildo made up of progressively smaller balls all stuck together. I recognised this from our internet shopping expeditions; while the middle dildo goes in the wearer’s pussy, the rattle at the goes in her ass, ostensibly to provide stability (because you can close your sphincter on the joints between the balls to hold it in place) but it’s also for pleasure if you were that way inclined. I didn’t think Belinda was much that way inclined, but looking at the size of the weapon out the front, it needed all the stability she could muster. If that meant she had to shove that rattle all the way up her puckered little toochie in order to give me the fucking I had been dreaming of since the Fantasy Night adventure with her man, then I was OK with that. And her heart went pitty-pat. I mean, I had heard that trite little phrase before but it took 18 years for me to really understand it. It wasn’t ba-bump, ba-bump, BA-BUMP beating out of my chest; but looking at that shaft – fuck, it had to be nine inches – and knowing where it was going … well my breathing had shallowed, my pussy was closing back up with apprehension, my pulse felt irregular … ba-ba-da-bump, ba-ba-da-bump … and – even though I had just come – I was as horny as all get-out. I stood up, straddling Rajit’s shoulders so that he could watch my pussy from beneath; that way he would be disinclined to run away. “Where do you want me?” I asked Belinda; the royal court was now open and the Queen was presiding. She ...