Exploding Orgasm Myths!

It’s all about the big O, they say. An orgasm is the conclusion to a bout of sex, the be all and end all of everything in bed.

But is what you know about the big O really true, asks iDIVA:

1) If you can’t orgasm, you must be frigid.
“Only one-third of women experience orgasms during regular intercourse,” says Dr Dharika Satyen, a gynaecologist. Some women need extra stimulation to have an orgasm.

Others don’t even need to have sex for an orgasm. You need to figure out what your body likes and get your man to do that. An orgasm is an orgasm no matter how you get it.

2) Vaginal orgasms are better than clitoral orgasms.
Clitoral orgasms are easier to achieve than vaginal orgasms. “It’s perfectly normal for women to experience difficulty and pain during vaginal orgasm,” says Dr Satyen. On the other hand, more women achieve orgasm through stimulation of the clitoris.

3) Women need to orgasm to enjoy themselves.
Sex feels good whether or not you have an orgasm. True, an orgasm is the pinnacle of pleasure. But when combined with the right level of intimacy, the journey can be as satisfying as the destination. Many women even prefer foreplay to actual sex.

4) It’s more difficult for women to reach an orgasm than men.
Women take longer than men to reach the optimum level of arousal, but the prime time for an orgasm is almost the same for men and women. That’s why you have to warm her up.

5) A woman needs a skillful partner to orgasm.
Being great lovers is a matter of pride for men. While their efforts help, an orgasm ultimately depends on your own body. You need to tell him what to do to make yourself feel better. Women also suffer from performance anxiety. So your inability to orgasm may be more about you than him.

An orgasm is pleasurable and important. But don’t let the lack of one disrupt your sexual life. Experiment and learn to do new things. Maybe, a new position or a new way of stimulation is all you need.

C is for #Cookie…

…and cunt, cock, clit, cum, caress, carouse…

Know any other naughty C words?

My Fantasy Man

My fantasy man

Binds my hands behind my back
One hand with a clump of hair
Forcing my back to arch
Stripping my soul bare

Buries his face in my cunt
Lapping up my juices
I take it all
I accept his oral abuse

He licks at my clit
With his face against my hole
He drinks me in
Swallowing my entire soul

His fingers boring deeper
Two fingers, three, then four
The tips drilling further
In the form of a claw

His hand fucks my cunt
A thumb in my ass
Forcing its way inside
Eclipsing the impasse

Pushing so deep inside
I want to scream
His face covered in my wetness
As it flows in a stream

When it seems as if I’ve had enough
He thrusts inside his whole fist
Pushing inside me deeper and faster
Filling my cunt up to his wrist

Shoving his arm in and out
More forceful all the time
Feeling each finger wiggling
Rubbing inside me – sublime!

His tongue now lapping at my asshole
His fingers start to explore inside my ass
His fist and other hand touching each other
Through the wall that separates cunt and ass

I’m moaning uncontrollably now
He drives his cock into my cunt
While pushing his fingers into my ass
Forcing out my breath and a grunt

He brings me to the precipice
But before I can cum
He pulls out his cock
And sticks it in my bum

My fantasy man
Shocks, scares and astonishes me

P.S. See you tomorrow

Daddy

This is a poem from CalmYourTit – really, really like it!

alone tonight and I have the urge

to think and act on naughty words

of tits and clits and all of it

of lips and tips and wet thighs

of ooh and ahhs and endless sighs

of oh bebe boos and daddy please

make me wet oh don’t tease

give me sugar tell me more

till I’m withering on the floor

I’m touching myself, you know I am

that’s right daddy, it’s not pretend

fuck yeah, that feels good

umm, fuck yes, you knew it would

tits, clit, all of it

right now, right here, bitch

Talk Dirty to Me

You write:
My gorgeous hot cunt, I dreamt of you last night and my hard solid cock was rigid and throbbing with need and desire to be driven into you, forcing you to take it all as I verbally expressed my hunger. My hands around your neck, I spread your legs as you stood before me, telling you to do as you’re told like a good little whore; my fingers sliding up your inner thigh. Yes, bitch, I am going to use you for my pleasure, I said, as my fingers teased your clit. Squirming and twisting, I turn you around, fasten a ball gag in your mouth and, after ripping off your blouse and bra, I bind your hands behind your back. With the uncertainty your anxiety increases, your breathing deepens and we both know you’re wet.
Oh, you fucking little cunt, I need all of you.
Spanking, thrusting, violating, changing positions, my language gets more vulgar and degrading as my desire intensifies. Fisting you – you are forced to cum for me, screaming. Slapping your face gently, I demand you do and say as I desire. ‘Til finally you belong to me, my fucking cum sucking slut, my hot bitch.
Even now I hunger, I am hard.

You write:
Oh, yes, you fucking filthy hot cunt, my hunger ignites with your words. I need to punish you for distracting me and making my cock ache.
You are my bitch and I know you need to be taken, used; you belong to me, you know you can feel it swelling in your soul – the emotion and need driving you towards me as the dark hunger in your soul begs to be expressed. We both know how much you need to spread your legs or bend over for me; we both know the dark submission in you begs to tell me that you are my fuck-toy, my dirty little bitch, my cunt. I know how much you would love to look into my eyes and beg to be used, to cum for me, violently, hard.
For only then will I fuck you, slut, only then will your eyes fall on my throbbing shaft.
The leather collar fastened around your neck, the cat collars on your wrist and ankles ready to be bound in any position I desire, often with your wrists bound to your ankles. Opening and exploring the depth of your sweet, wet cunt as my fingers slowly slide inside then, with a sudden movement, my entire hand. Forming a fist in your womb, I pump back and forth – enjoying your screams and moans. Look, bitch, look at your cunt lips around my wrist, see it and visualise it even when we are apart. You belong to me, slut.
My seed builds, ready to be shot deep in your arse and cunt, over your face and tits, and deep down your throat for a good cum sucking whore.
My whore.

My appetite for your words is never-ending.
I want my head filled with your dirty language while you bend me over, pulling my head back with your grip on my hair, and growling your filth in my ear.
I want your cock to be soaked with my cunt juices, sliding oh-so-easily in and out.
I want your palms smarting from the stinging spanking you give me.
I want to be used by every part of you, until I am begging you to allow me to rest.
Then I want you to ignore me, and continue to take what you want from your dirty whore.
I want you to shut me up by stuffing your cock in my mouth, forcing me to taste my own juices.
I want! I want! I want…do you want me to beg?
I especially want your cock to throb with thoughts of using and abusing me.
Oh, please let me meet you soon,
Your little slut xx

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Chain of…

I read about this on a different website and I thought it was definitely worth sharing:

THE CHAIN TRICK

Equipment:

• A length of stainless steel ¼” coil chain
• Rubbing alcohol
• Dish soap
• Lube

Caution: Do not use old chain. Do not use nickel-plated or anything other than stainless steel. Run your fingers over each link and look for welds that are not smooth. Reject any length with flaws. Rinse off the residue of the manufacturers oil with dish soap. Sterilize with alcohol but rinse it off before it comes into contact with her delicate membranes.

Prepare length of chain: Wash it in dish soap and rinsing it in alcohol. Wash off the alcohol in warm water. You want it clean and sterile. You also want it warm so it isn’t shocking to the body (or maybe you do?) but not hot so as to burn the delicate skin. Wrap it in a towel… you’ll need the towel later. Set the wrapped chain aside.

Warm up your partner. Lick her clit, tickle her g-spot (it’s going to be really tickled later.) Kiss her and tease her. Get her wet. If she’s multi-orgasmic (lucky you!) Let her cum a few times. Little orgasms at this point are perfect.

Now, time to insert the chain. Use lube. Use more lube. Spread her legs open, knees up, ankles at her sides, lying on her back. Place a pillow under her if it helps make her open up more. Use lube.

Slowly insert the chain link by link. Did we mention to use lube? Caution: you can pinch delicate folds between the links if you are not careful. Fact of the matter is…you probably will. If you go slow, it will be a tiny pinch. To avoid pinching, use lots of lube and slip each link into the one that preceded it (it will become obvious quickly how that’s done.). Have fun with it. Insert the first few links as far as you can easily reach with one finger. They will move back as the latter links follow. The chain slowly fills and stretches her vagina. There are few nerves ending in the muscular walls of the vagina. These are rarely stimulated even during sex. This stretching introduces new sensations which can be quite powerful.

USE LUBE. Liberally. (That’s why you brought the chain in a towel. Use the towel under her. Some lubes stain – especially on satin. Don’t ask; trust me on this.)

The sensations you are creating are very much like those induced by ‘fisting’. The advantage of the chain is that you don’t have to pass a large fist through the vaginal opening. There are some other advantages; she can move around more. That can be fun too. Try different positions when the chain is inside her. Let her roll on her side or on to her tummy. She may be able to walk with the chain inside her; that’s very interesting!

Note on how much chain to use. You won’t know in advance how much she can take. Buy a couple of different lengths; 2’, 3’ and 4’. They’re cheap and you’ll find lots of ways to play with the different lengths. Some women can’t take more than 2 feet. Some can. A four-foot chain makes an interesting toy for two women to share.

Be playful. Lick her clit as you’re inserting the chain. Rub her g-spot as the link goes in. Stop every now and then and insert your finger alongside the chain. Interesting, isn’t it? Tight too! Rub her g-spot again. And again. Lick, rub, insert… find your own rhythm. She will want to cum. Don’t let her. Tell her to wait. It gets better. Much better.

When you’ve got all the chain that feels comfortable to you both folded and molded inside her begin to bring her closer to the peak. Don’t rush it. Take your time. Enjoy it. She will. Let her fall back from the edge…. And help her climb up again. Let her squeeze down against the chain. Lick her and play with her g-spot until you believe that she cannot stand it anymore (hopefully she will indicate that she is about to cum.)

PULL THE CHAIN OUT.

Do it in one continuous and rapid motion. Be prepared for her to squirt. (Towel under her is important.)

Lay the chain on her tummy where she can feel the weight against her uterus. (Isn’t it astonishing how hot it is?!)

Move immediately to where you can hold her. Hold her through the shaking after quakes. (Don’t worry if she won’t talk for a while; some women faint.) Keep cuddling her for about 10 minutes. If you touch her clit she may explode.

Caution: If you hear her exclaim, “Hurry up and Fuck ME!” Don’t cuddle her afterwards. Fuck her!

And so I ran out, bought some stainless steel chain and tried it. Did it work? HOLY FUCK did it ever!!! I squirted with more intensity and volume than ever before, and ever since. It actually startled me in the moment. My anatomy/bone structure makes it such that I can’t really be fisted (trust me on this one, very eager people have tried), so this experience is an amazing way to feel that fullness…plus I like chain a ton for a number of reasons anyhow. Like any play, there are some safety concerns associated with this, so please read thoroughly to protect all involved. Even if this does not work to make you squirt, it is an amazingly fun scene to have and feels so amazing.

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My Scene

So, I’m lying on bed – very, very horny…knowing that there is no one who is going to help me with this pent-up frustration.

I reach over to my bag of toys and pull out my favourite toy: the butterfly kiss. I am so very horny that it goes in without any effort

I turn it on: the motor hums; the sensations – teasing.

I need much more.

I turn the speed and intensity up… then some more – this is just NOT going to do it for me.

I grab my lube and coat my baby butt plug.  Slowly, slowly I insert it.

Aaah, it’s in… and I have the wonderful sensation of being filled.

I enjoy that feeling for a moment then I reach out for my Hitachi Magic Wand. I place it where the curve of the clit tickler and inserted part meet. I turn it on – it sends the vibrator into overdrive. I can feel the inside bit moving around instead of just vibrating. My clit is buzzing with joy. I turn the speed up.

Holy shit! That’s it!

…but my legs keep clamping together and I can’t seem to allow the sensations take over. I remove all my toys and find the starter bondage set that I bought: : I take out the leg restraints, attach them to my bed; and insert my ankles.

I have kept all the toys within reach so I start again. This time I put the butt plug in first. Again that wonderful feeling. Then the vibrator. Then the Wand.

Oh….this is better.

I lay back and let the sensations flow over me.

Little do I know that I had left the front door open and you were standing at my bedroom doorway watching me.

You watch until it looks like I am about to climax.

Then you crawl into my room to the foot of my bed. You slowly take out the butt plug.

It feels to me that I pushed it out with my tensed muscles.

So I still don’t know you’re there.

You cup my ass with your hand and insert your thumb into my still well-lubricated ass-hole.

What the…?

Because my legs are bound, I can’t get myself up to see what’s going on – but the feeling is wonderful, so I let it keep going.

Next, you take away the Wand and put it to one side. The noise I make tells you that I’m not happy about it.

“Shhhh,” you whisper, “….close your eyes.”

I do as I’m told…because that thumb is moving in and out of ass and making me very happy. It also feels so naughty. And, even though I haven’t worked out who you are, I’m enjoying not knowing.

You remove your thumb and take the blindfold from my kit – you blindfold me, while whispering in my ear, “I won’t hurt you, little one.”

The vibrator is still inside my pussy so the sound of your voice in my ear and the humming of the little machine makes all my muscles clench.

You attach the hand restraints to my bed and to me. I am now spread-eagled naked across my bed with just a blindfold, and a lot of vulnerability.

“Oh, little one,” you say, “you look edible and I’m ravenous.”

You leave the vibrator where it is and decide to claim ownership to my body. This is beginning to scare me. But you start to run your hands and mouth over my body. Your hands dance over my boobs, followed by your tongue swirling around my nipples. Your tongue plays there until my nipples are hard little nubs…then you pinch them, both at the same time.

I cry out.

Your tongue returns to ‘heal’ them…then you bite my left nipple.

I cry out again.

Your hands have been moving down my body, over the swell of my tummy, so that when I cry out, you insert two fingers into my pussy, with the vibrator.

I am so wet and hungry.

You move yourself so that you are astride me – your face looking towards my toes.

You slide your fingers and the vibrator from my cunt and insert a very wet middle finger into my asshole, while your thumb circles my clit.

My hips are thrusting forward.

“Calm down, little one,” you say. “Open your mouth.”

I do as I’m told.

You hang your cock above my mouth and let the pre-cum drip onto my lips. I lick them and open my mouth again. You lower your cock so the tip of it sits on my lower lip. I try to take it into my mouth – you pull it away.

“Just leave your mouth open,” you order, ”I will do the rest.”

I open my mouth widely. Everything about me is exposed and under your control.

You lower your cock to my mouth again, very slowly, just to see if I will behave. I leave my mouth open and try not to move, even though your thumb is adding pressure to my clit and I think you have put another finger in my asshole.

You lower yourself further. My tongue reaches out.

“Not yet, little one,” you say.

You allow more of your cock into my mouth…and more. Finally, you are almost sitting on my face – your balls on my nose.

“Now, little one, swirl your tongue around my cock.”

I try to do as I am told.

Your thumb is mimicking the movement of my tongue. I can’t keep still despite the restraints.

You keep your cock in my mouth but remove all the other pleasurable things from my body. I make a noise, a grunt, to show my displeasure.

“Stay still, or there will be no pleasure for you,” you command.

I stop moving.

“Keep your tongue moving,” you bark.

You lean down and insert I-don’t-know-how-many fingers into my asshole. All I know is that I have never felt this full or stretched. You put the tip of your tongue on my clit. I move forward to meet you. You remove your tongue.

“I told you not to move,” you warn.

I am almost in tears. I am so frustrated. I need some release. I lay still.

Once again, the tip of your tongue touches my clit.

I stay still.

The tip of your tongue dances slowly around my clit. I want you to touch it, to lick it, to do anything you want!

I stay still, hoping for more. I swirl my tongue around your cock with more intensity, thinking if I can please you, you will please me.

The warmth of your tongue envelops my clit. You can hear my muffled sigh

“Do NOT cum!” you order, “I have more, better things planned and you will not get them if you cum.”

I lay still, praying that I can handle all these sensations.

When your tongue invades the heat and wetness of my cunt, I buck and thrash and suddenly, waves are flowing over me and your face is soaked in my juices.

“Ah,” you say, “you have no control. You will have to be taught. Now stay still.”

Your tongue continues its exploration of my pussy. You wiggle your fingers in my ass. I try to remain still.  Your tongue begins to mimic a cock and thrust in and out of my pussy. Your cock starts to copy the rhythm until you are fucking my mouth. I wrap my lips around the girth of your cock as you thrust in and out of my mouth.

You move faster and faster. I think I’m about to choke. I try to take a breath, when I feel the warmth of you running down the back of my throat. I swallow it and try to breath.

You move your body from my face. You take your fingers and tongue from my body and I can hear you moving around but I don’t know what you’re doing…until I feel the tip of your cock rubbing against the lips of my cunt.

You lift my ass up and put your knees beneath it. You slowly put your cock into my cunt. I’m holding my breath. I feel the head enter my warmth, then more of you…I sigh contentedly (still trying not to move)…then more of you.

I can feel your cock in my tummy – at least that’s what it feels like.

You loosen the restraints on my feet and place my ankles over your shoulders, as you thrust the fullness of you into my inviting cunt. I grunt. You move rhythmically, with total control.

“Now you can start moving. Meet my cock with your body,” you demand.

As you plunge deeper, I lift my hips to meet you and swallow more and more of your cock. You’re holding me on an angle, so you are drilling into me. You thrust your thumbs into my asshole and grip onto my butt cheeks, so tightly that I can feel your nails.

The pumping begins to move faster. I grunt with each movement as the breath leaves my body.

You are holding onto my ass and spreading my cheeks wider and wider as you thrust as deep as you can into my body. I feel like I am about to break. Your grip tightens. I scream out. You fuck me faster and harder – harder than I have ever been fucked before.

Suddenly, it slows down as you cum inside me – yet deepens, if that’s possible, like you’re trying to milk all the juices from your body.

You remove your cock from my pussy.

I feel empty.

I feel you moving around me again.

“Lick our juices from my cock,” you command, as you place your cock on my lips.

I begin to lap the wetness from your cock, trying to get each drop, trying to make you happy.

When I have done this, to your satisfaction, you move away from my mouth.

Once again, I hear you moving.

“Stay still, little one,” you whisper, “don’t move,” as you undo the restraints around my hands.

“Stay still, even if I have let you free,” you whisper.

I don’t move.

I hear you moving around some more.

 

Then I don’t hear anything anymore.

I remove my blindfold and you’re gone.

 

My Party

She sent me a text: 

Of course, I was fuckin’ horny. She had been teasing me for weeks: sending photos of her ass, photos of her in sexy lingerie, inviting me over for drinks then sending me home with nothing. Last night, I had a drink at her place. She showed me the new sheets on her bed. She even invited me to lie down on her bed, with her; then sent me home. Yes, I was horny.

She sent me another text:

 It seemed like a good idea. She couldn’t send me home after that invitation. I went off to the reunion, looking forward to my own little after-party.

I arrived at the reunion, wondering if anyone I knew would turn up. I didn’t need to worry as, standing at the bar, was a group of my old mates. It was weird – we reverted back to our teenage selves within minutes: playing drinking games, boasting about conquests and big-noting ourselves.

All in all, it was a great night – maybe a little too much to drink. Then it was off time to go see her.

The door was unlocked, as promised. I left my clothes on the couch and quietly entered her room. She was lying under the covers with her back to me. I crept under the covers and pressed my cold body against the heat of hers. My cock nestled against her ass cheeks. I reached around her and played with her knockers. They were soft under my rough hands, except for the hard nubs that were her nipples. I drew her towards me and onto her back. I buried my face between her tits – they were great: each one was bigger than both my hands and her nipples were pale, pale pink. I licked them like I had been handed two giant ice-cream cones and I didn’t know which to eat first.

I moved my hand down to her cunt, to see if she was ready for me because I was ready to fuck her. I slid my hand through her pubic hair, my middle finger running along her slit until it reached the bottom… and found a very warm, very wet, very open hole. Dabbing my finger just barely inside, I said, “God, you’re so wet and hot. You’ve made me wait for this for too long.” I slid my now wet finger back up the slit, and began to lightly trace circles around her clit. Her response was a very pleased “Mmmmm.”

I lifted her legs onto my shoulders. I had a wonderful view of her gaping cunt and the bright pink button at the top. I dipped my knob in and watched as she closed her eyes, anticipating my entry. I teased her by taking it out again. I did this a couple of times until she whimpered with want; then I plunged my entire shaft into her. She gasped. I stroked the walls of her tunnel until I hit that back wall. I raised myself to a crouching position so I could drill her even deeper. I reached behind myself to play with her ass hole, wetting the rim with her own juices. I drenched my fingers, as well, and thrust two fingers inside that forbidden hole. She gasped but didn’t complain. She didn’t know that I was preparing her for a little surprise of my own.

I could feel Dave behind me. Dave was my best friend from Year 12. When Dave had heard about all the cock-teasing from her, we came up with a fun, little plan for revenge. Over a couple of joints, we worked out all the logistics. I was sure she was gonna love it.

She didn’t know that Dave was in the room, yet. She didn’t know that Dave was naked. She didn’t know that Dave was lubing up his cock as I fucked her. She didn’t know that Dave was now standing behind me.

I removed my fingers from her ass hole. A yearning moan escaped her lips; to be quickly replaced by a cry as Dave shoved his cock into her virgin ass. Dave had to hold on to my waist so we could maintain the same rhythm on our assault of her orifices. She was screaming. I’m not sure if it was from pleasure or pain but, right then, I didn’t care. She opened her eyes and, for the first time, noticed that there was more than one of us. She was about to shout out when John put his cock in her mouth. Her eyes were agape with astonishment.

With her mouth full, she could no longer make any loud noises. John was fucking her face while her head was tilted backwards and torturing her nipples with his fingers. She was bucking and thrashing wildly. She must have been enjoying it. Daryl and Alan joined in to hold her legs as far apart as possible so Dave and I could sink in deeper. Both Daryl and Alan used only one hand to grip her legs; with their other hands, they were wanking over her huge tits.

I was sobering up now. I looked down at her and the look of complete and utter fear in her eyes. Oh, shit, what was I doing? My cock shrivelled and I withdrew it from her open pussy. I stepped back to look at what I had created. Alan’s cock took my place immediately.

I sat down in the corner: there was nothing more I could do.

Girl Meets Boy

I met the boy at work. He was young, tall and hot – just my kind of boy. I was 34 years old. He was 22.

I flirted with him at work, fluttering my eyelashes and giggling, for a couple of weeks until I finally asked him out for a drink after work. We went to the local pub. He had a gin and tonic (or more) and I had a vodka, lime and lemonade (and definitely more); and we played pool.

You know the kind of pool I’m talking about – sexy pool. The kind of pool where you walk past each other VERY closely; where you look up suggestively from your position of being bent over the pool table; where you make sure that he can see straight down your shirt. The kind of pool where, after you’ve had a number of drinks, you run your fingers up the seam of his jeans to distract him from his shot; where you brush your breasts against his back when you tell him that it’s his turn; where, when he laughs, you tell him that he won’t be smiling like that when you have his cock in your mouth later.

It didn’t take much longer than the end of that game for us to leave together.

When we got outside, away from any work-related prying eyes, we stepped into the adjoining alley. Immediately, we devoured each other’s mouths. It was like being in high school again: making out behind the bus shelters…tasting, licking and biting any bit of uncovered skin we could find.

The weeks of flirting, followed by our pool game, was obviously enough foreplay for us. I was grinding my jeans-covered pussy into his jeans-covered hard, cock. And it was turning me on completely! I was grunting and groaning like it was the real thing.

He covered my mouth with one of his hands, and worked the other one down the front of my jeans. I looked at him with wide, wild eyes. He kept his hand over my mouth while his fingers fought to find my pussy. Our dry-humping had pushed both my panties and jeans between my open lips. Oh, his cold fingers had found their warm, wet target. Slowly, they were diving in and warming up. I wanted him to let my mouth free: I wanted to bite his lips, to feel his tongue enter my mouth to the same beat as his fingers in my hole.

Finally, he let my mouth go. But he didn’t kiss me… he used both his hands to shimmy my jeans down to my ankles as he knelt before me. I was so vulnerable: to the cold, to him, to any passer-by. But I looked down at him and it almost seemed that he was worshipping at an altar.

While he gazed up at me, he placed the tip of his tongue just inside the place where my two lips met. I gasped as the warmth of his breath replaced the cold, night-time air. Then he slowly moved his tongue slightly closer to my throbbing clit. I put my own hand in my mouth to muffle my noises. His tongue nudged my clit and I whimpered. All my senses were in overdrive. His tongue danced suggestively over that sweet, little spot. I bit my hand. Then he drove his tongue deep into my hungry cunt. This time I couldn’t stop myself and I cried out.

I dragged him from his knees and pulled up my jeans. I was taking this boy home to fuck LOUDLY…

Dinner with his Dad

I had been seeing Drew for about three months when he decided that I needed to meet his family. Lucky for me, this meant just meeting his father. Drew set it up for Thursday night.

On Thursday evening, Drew arrived at my place, to pick me up, with a gift. I opened it excitedly – Drew had never given me a present before. Inside was a clear plastic box and within that, nestled on a bed of velvet, was a set of gold Ben Wa balls. I looked up at Drew with a question in my eyes. There was no answer.

“Pan, can you change into that short plaid skirt I like?” Sure, I can do that. I went to my room to get changed.

As I was almost ready, Drew came into my room. He embraced me tenderly and kissed me deeply. He slipped his hand down the front of panties; his fingers making their way between my lips. I was wet immediately. Oh, I don’t think we’re going anywhere soon.

Drew pushed me down onto my bed and wrenched off my panties completely. My short skirt was bunched around my hips. My legs were bent and spread open. My pussy was getting wetter and pinker by the second.

Drew jammed the cold Ben Wa balls inside me. “I want you to keep these inside you tonight – it’ll turn me on knowing you’re wearing them at dinner.” Sure, I can do that.

We got up from the bed. I reached for my underwear but Drew grabbed them. “No – don’t wear any underwear tonight.”

“But my skirt is so short?”

“Don’t worry. It’s only my Dad’s place and he won’t notice.”

Although I was uncomfortable with the idea, I did as Drew asked.

As we left my place and went to get into Drew’s car, the balls moved inside me and I clenched my pussy muscles. Every now and then, they would bounce against each other and I would jump as a small shock wave reverberated from my cunt outwards. Drew opened my door to let me in. I sat down, gingerly. The balls bounced again. I could feel the damp warmth between my legs.

As Drew drove, he kept his hand between my legs and tickled my clit with his fingers. It was getting more difficult to even think about getting through dinner.

We arrived at Drew’s father’s place. As we got out of the car, Drew glanced at me with a reassuring look, and then licked his fingertips which were covered in my juices.

I followed Drew up two flights of stairs. I could feel every single movement of those balls. This was going to be one VERY long dinner.

A door opened and an older man greeted us. “Pandora, it’s lovely to finally meet you. Andrew has told me a lot about you.” He looked a lot like Drew. They both had the same twinkly blue eyes.

Drew and I followed him into the dining room. Asleep, under the table, was a huge dog. I stepped back. I don’t particularly like dogs, especially large dogs. “Don’t worry about Eros. He won’t come near you…he’ll just stay asleep under the table during dinner. I hope you like roast beef?”

Tentatively, I took my seat at the table, careful not to wake the dog, “Um, yes, thank you.”

Drew’s father sat at the head of the table with Drew and I on either side.  Dinner conversation was mundane; although, every now and then, I would squirm, delicately, and glance across to see Drew smiling naughtily at me.

Near the end of dinner, Drew took the fat and gristle from his plate, and opened his hand under the table for the dog to feed from. I had a small pile of gristle on my plate, as well.

“Pan, why don’t you give that to the dog?” asked Drew. I hesitated.

“He won’t hurt you. Go ahead,” said Drew’s dad, his eyes still gleaming.

Slowly, I put my handful of meat under the table. Eros nibbled the food from my fingers. Okay, I had survived that – I let out my breath.

Then Eros nuzzled at my leg. I looked beseechingly at Drew. Drew grinned.

Eros used his muzzle to open my knees. My eyes implored Drew’s father. He, too, grinned.

Eros’ cold nose burrowed into my so wet and ready pussy. I was frozen in fear: this dog, with really big teeth, was way too close to my provocative pussy. I was ready to plead with Drew and his father but they just looked at each other and grinned.

“What the…,” I began, when Eros started lapping the engorged lips of my cunt. His tongue was rough.

“Drew, did you know that when the blood vessels in a dog’s tongue dilate, it causes the tongue to swell and extend? Just like a man’s penis?” asked Drew’s father.

The tip of Eros’ tongue was thrust into my hot hole. I gasped. I was so scared that every muscle in my body was strained taut. I was aware of every single thing happening down there. I could feel Eros’ hot breath against my inner thighs. I could feel Eros’ cold, wet nose against my clit. I could feel Eros’ long, flexible tongue inside my cunt. I could feel the Ben Wa balls being moved around inside me. I could feel myself becoming undesirably aroused.

And I could feel Drew and his father watching me.

This was sick…but, if I could forget that it was a dog doing this marvellous thing between my legs and if I could forget that Drew and his father were watching, I’m sure I could actually enjoy this experience.

I held onto the arms of the chair, closed my eyes, spread my legs wider and leaned my head back.

I could feel my nipples growing harder – so hard, they could cut glass.

The first thing I realised was that Eros’ tongue was much longer than Drew’s and was able to get to many places that I didn’t even realise existed. Eros’ tongue could reach all the way up and inside me. It was incredible. His tongue went in so far and so deep; and moved in ways that I cannot describe.

And there were nodules on Eros’ tongue…it felt better than Drew’s tongue. Fucking hell! I was fucking a dog’s tongue. I couldn’t stop myself from thrusting my hungry cunt further onto his tongue.

My body was still overwrought from the effects of the Ben Wa balls and my terror of the dog. In fact, I was breathing like a bitch in heat. These circumstances and this experience were so intense that I was sure that this wasn’t going to be quick.

My orgasm started, like a powerful wave of blankness, and travelled all the way up to my head. But Eros didn’t stop. The constant licking continued as wave after wave overwhelmed me. I was thrashing about: I needed him to stop…I needed him to keep going. I don’t know what I needed. I tried to stop moving, as I was still afraid of those huge, white teeth mauling my obviously inviting cunt, but it was impossible. I hit my head on the back of the chair so many times; I thought I might knock myself out, yet my hips were still pushing towards Eros’ tongue. Every nerve in my flooded fanny was at attention – every stroke of Eros’ tongue caused me to climb another climactic crest.

Finally, Drew called Eros to heel.

And, although I just wanted to lie back and bask, I opened my eyes and stared directly at Drew and his father…and grinned.

Then I stood up, petted Eros on the head and walked out.