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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 it 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 looked me up and down and I followed ankara travesti her gaze; long, lean and sexy at six foot seven, naked from the waist down with six inch spike heels, legs splayed and shining black patent leather clinging to the long curves of my calves, white laces up the front finished with sexy bows at mid thigh; toned, brown muscles angling in to the smooth, pink perfection of my shaved pussy lips. “You’re kidding, right?” Belinda raised her eyebrows at me. She loves my long legs; crouching between them to lick me senseless, wrapped around her tiny body while she fucks me with Rawhide (the dorm’s strappy strap-on), but most of all she likes to stand on a box and fuck me doggy style in front of a mirror where she can watch my full breasts swinging as she pounds me, running her fingers over my hips and down the sides of my thighs and – when I’m ready – reaching around and fingering my clitoris to make me come. “Standing, right?” “Right.” “Doggy.” Statement, not a question. “Smart girl.” “Mirror?” “That would be lovely, thank you,” she smiled at me, plucking Ike from her pussy before fitting the new toy. She first slid the anal dildo through her slit to lubricate it and then, with much less fuss and fanfare than I expected, she slipped it into her ass; one, two, three balls deep and then – her eyes bulging with the sensation – she pushed one more up there that was probably close to an inch in diameter. Lying beneath me, Rajit had his head tipped backwards to watch this operation, getting a perfect view up Belinda’s school dress from his position on the floor. He was speechless; hell, I was very near speechless: Belinda is beautiful; petite and blonde with elfin features, tiny girl-like hips, lovely C-cup breasts swelling behind her cute little green and white striped school dress … which she now held up to show us her thick, bulging, nine inch cock; fully erect and curving up from her shaved pubis almost to her breasts. It was perfectly colour matched to her pussy lips and as she stroked its long, hard surface in her fist, she looked for all the world like the love-child of Tinkerbell and a Satyr about to sink her unyielding shaft into some ripe, young, virgin. Well, two out three ain’t bad. I could also see some controls on the underside of the bridge between the first and second dildo; a red button and – mysteriously, in my opinion – a dial. I opened my mouth to ask her about them but then thought better of it. If it was a simple vibrator then I didn’t want to know; it’s a lovely feature, but I wanted cock, not a vibrator, and I didn’t want to appear ungrateful by asking her not to use it. The alternative was that it was something different; I considered her mystery man’s last two inventions – a pressure-sensitive electric-shock orgasm machine and a matched set of radio-linked vibrators – and the likelihood that this man had built a mere vibrator into a strapless strap-on seemed a lot less plausible. The big question was would it be better to know now or leave ankara travestileri it for a surprise? I like surprises. “Can I suck Rajit while you fuck me?” I whispered in her ear, embarrassed by my own dirty talk even though I did it loud enough for him to hear. “Of course you can, Roops,” she assured me. I looked down at Rajit again; he seemed very excited by this prospect. “And can he watch you make me come?” This time I whispered it softly; I don’t know why but I feel like I should be ashamed of getting off on a cute guy watching me come. In lieu of an answer, Belinda pulled the low bench away from the wall and positioned it end-on to the floor-length mirror. “You,” she pointed at Rajit, then at the bench. “On your back!” In a blink Rajit was lying on his back on the bench with his feet near the mirror. “Sorry, Roops,” Belinda said, looking at me. “I guess he doesn’t want his cock sucked.” Rajit nearly circumcised himself getting his zipper down and his cock out. It looked wonderful; six inches, not too thick with a slight upward curve. Belinda had been trying to teach me to swallow a cock; we had mixed success because most of the dildos in the dorm toy-box are too thick or too rigid. I watch with awe when she slides twelve inches of Silver the double-ended dildo down her throat so I vowed that if I could get Rajit to the back of my throat without gagging, then I would give this one a go. I didn’t need any directions from Belinda; I straddled the bench over Rajit’s head and faced the mirror with my fuck-me boots and too-cool-for-school tube dress pulled up to my hips. I bent forward at the waist and unbuckled Rajit’s pants; if I could swallow him then I wanted to go all the way down, not just to his zipper. While I was doing this, he reached up to thumb my pussy, getting my juices going again and ready for Belinda, who had lubed her long, thick cock and was stroking it through her closed fist as she climbed onto the bench behind Rajit’s head, bringing her hips up to the level of mine. There was certainly no need to stroke or suck Rajit to attention; that ship had sailed long ago. Taking hold of him at the base, I lifted his cock to my mouth, relishing the throbbing weight of it in my fingers. This was only my second blow job with a real cock and I felt nervous as I replayed all of Belinda’s instructions in my mind: no teeth, bob / suck / tongue – mix it up, no teeth, no jerking off with your hand (it’s cheating porno bullshit, Belinda says), balls are in play – but be gentle, no gagging … and what was the last one? Oh yes; no teeth! Take it slow, Rupali, I told myself. Relax. No need to gobble him all the way down in one bite. One step at a time: a yummy bead of pre-cum on the tip; that would be for me, thank you very much. I licked it off with the tip of my tongue and stayed close so that he could feel my hot breath on his cock as I savoured the delicious saltiness and then swallowed with a satisfied sigh. Snaking out my tongue again, I teased him with a few slow circuits travesti ankara of his knob and tickled the vee-shaped seam on the underside, making him gasp and arch his hips upwards, desperate for me to take him into hot embrace of my mouth. I felt Belinda push the lubed tip of her cock – for that is how I had come to think of it – into my slit, just the head nestled in my wet opening while she gripped the curve of my hips, readying and steadying to enter me. Looking up at the mirror in front of me, I caught her eye and she tipped me a wink before sliding a good six inches of her thick, rigid shaft into my pussy. I heard Rajit gasp as he watched; Belinda’s cock was maybe a quarter-inch thicker than Rajit’s, and in a single stroke she had just ploughed enough into me that would have sent him balls-deep. Oh Sweetie, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet! She probably could have given me another one or two inches without hurting me, but if that monster was the same size as her mystery man, then I knew she would end up pounding the whole thing into me and have me begging for more. And this – I reflected – is my problem; although Rajit seemed like a lovely guy, I didn’t see a potential relationship there because he wouldn’t be able to satisfy me sexually … except for his tongue … hmmm, I needed to this one through some more. Belinda set up a rhythm of lovely, long, slow stokes into my pussy; still only giving me six inches, maybe to tease me with the promise of more and maybe to tease Rajit and make him think that was all I could take. With her thick cock pleasuring my pussy, I relaxed to the task in front of me and took Rajit into my mouth; just sliding his shaft though my lips to lubricate him and get a feel for his length and shape. Belinda had a lot of fucking ahead of her to make me come, so I took it slow with Rajit as well; progressing from a dozen strokes with just my lips to some feather-light tonguing around the head and down the shaft, then I moved on to tracing the length of the cum-vein down the underside of his rod. I had a moment of panic when he twined his fingers through my long hair, afraid that he would force me down onto his cock; but he just followed my movements, gently stroking my hair and scalp with his fingertips. Gaining more confidence, I gave him a gentle suck; holding and then increasing the pressure as I drew him out, then allowing the built up suction to pull him back inside. I felt his cock heave as his fingers tightened on my scalp and I was worried that I had gone too hard too soon, but he just groaned and stroked the nape of my neck with his thumbs, encouraging me to continue. Which I did. With great pleasure. With my tongue and hard palate wrapped tightly around his manhood, I was able to get a better feel for his length; a bit over half way brought him to my soft palate and I could go almost an inch further before I felt his knob in uncomfortably close-quarters near the entrance to my throat. I tried to concentrate on Belinda’s training; she said to embrace the contact on your soft palate, that trying to open up wider and avoid contact was what made you gag. “Do you gag when you swallow food?” she would ask rhetorically; the lesson being that it was all in your head (pun not intended).

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