1. Sundara - Part 3


    Date: 3/28/2016, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: blin18, Rating: 0, Source: LushStories

    Belinda directed forcefully. “Red button.” Uh oh. He knew better than to disobey that voice and so did I. Belinda stopped pumping and held her massive shaft deep inside me, and with Rajit’s cock still held half in my mouth delivering weak, reflexive, throbs, I felt some inexorable doomsday mechanism charge up in Belinda’s mad inventor’s cock from hell. It started with a low frequency vibration in the base of the device near my clitoris, or around where a guys balls would be fucking me doggy like this, and it picked up in intensity until my clit was singing in harmony. Then it extended down just the underside of the shaft, the vibration entering me down its length like a second cock, slowly at first and then racing to the end deep in my womanhood. From there the vibration exploded out from just the underside to the entire knob and I finally understood what was happening; this gigantic, beautiful, cock was coming inside me! My own orgasm cycled back up with the excitement of having this cock erupt in my depths and I was crying out again with renewed ecstasy when the vibrations in the knob morphed into wonderful, searing heat which then flooded back down the length of the shaft to warm my already incandescent labia. In my mind’s eye I had no trouble at all imagining that heat to be thick gouts of cum pouring into me and – with nowhere to go – flooding back though my canal, spilling out my entrance and coating the balls of my assailant; who in this instance was ironically a 4’11” ...
    and three-quarter schoolgirl with no balls at all. Disengaging from Rajit’s cock, I cried as wave upon wave pleasure rocked me, leaving me dizzy and weak at the knees and using Belinda’s shaft to help hold me upright on my beautiful spike heels. Finally spent, Belinda withdrew and I collapsed down to the bench, my bare bottom sitting behind Rajit’s head allowing him to get up, looking amazedly for a mess on his slacks before realising that I hadn’t spilled a single drop. Belinda climbed around me and straddled my lap; the dildos in her pussy and ass suspended in the gap between my thighs while the main weapon pressed uncomfortably between our bellies as we hugged and I whispered my thanks in her ear. “Nice present?” “Nice present,” I agreed. “Well,” she said. “You named the last three toys,” referring to Ike and Mike the plugs and Spike the other staples strap-on. “What are you going to call this one?” What can you call something that big and commanding? Goliath? “Well,” I replied, “apart from your mystery man, there’s only one thing I know that can match it for size and scare factor and I saw you-know-who adjusting it in his pants at the back of assembly today.” A look of confusion crossed Belinda’s face. “So I’m calling it The Gallows Pole.” She gasped and clapped a hand to her mouth, eyes lighting up with fear and surprise. “What?” she blurted. “How did you …?” It took a moment to register because her response didn’t seem to make sense, and then … “Oh my God!” I breathed. ...
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