Annie Rides the Sybian Ch. 04

After a few weeks, I was starting to think that Mark had forgotten about me. Which was a relief. Mostly. I mean, I still missed the Sybian. But I was adjusting, getting used to not having multiple orgasms. And my most recent experience might have jaded me just a bit.

The orgasms had been incredible. The sex... well if it had been someone other than Mark then the situation would have actually been kind of hot. This was the kind of thing I fantasized about on a regular basis after all. It was just that I had always pictured someone that wasn't my creepy neighbor.

My asshole had been sore for days after he'd taken my anal virginity, and all I'd needed to cum when masturbating was to press a vibrator against that tender ring. It had hurt more and felt better than I'd ever imagined. And when I read my usual dirty fantasies about forced seductions and taking girl's asses, my response was even bigger because I really could put myself in their place now.

There were only three weeks until I went back to college, putting myself far away and out of Mark's reach. I hadn't seen him since I'd been over to his house. My parents had mentioned running into him, but that was about it. That had made me nervous but obviously he hadn't told them anything.

Two weeks before I went back to school, my parents were going out of town for the weekend. I didn't think anything of it until Friday morning when I'd said goodbye to both of them, waved as their car pulled out of the driveway, and then my phone rang.

It was Mark.

Immediately my breathing picked up, my hands got clammy, and my pussy clenched. Stupid body. It didn't know whether to scream and cry or run to the bathroom and grab a vibrator. Talk about conflicting responses.

"Hello?"

"Hello neighbor. All alone for the weekend I see."

Oh no. This couldn't be good.

"How did you know that?" I demanded.

"Ran into your parents last week. Remarkably chatty. They asked if I could keep an eye on you. You weren't planning on any wild parties, were you Annie?" His voice was silky, gleeful.

"No. I was planning on staying in and doing absolutely nothing this weekend."

It was entirely true. I'd wanted to keep a low profile. Damn my parents for talking to Mark. And keep on eye on me? Seriously? What was I, twelve? Then again, it's not like I'd been doing a great job of keeping an eye on myself lately.

"Too bad," Mark said. "I feel like having a party. A Sybian party. Pack a back. Come over tonight. You're staying with me this weekend. And bring something slutty and school-girlish."

He hung up before I had a chance to respond.

I wiped my sweaty palms on the tank top I was wearing. Fuck. I didn't even know what I was feeling. Dread. Excitement. Horror. Lust. Disgust. Arousal.

There was seriously something wrong with me.

I went to pack my bag.

******

One hour later, Mark had come over to get me. My bag was packed. Had been for half an hour. I even managed to find the short plaid skirt, knee socks and cropped button down shirt I'd worn for a Britney Spears costume a few years ago. It still fit.

I'd just been putting off going over to Mark's for as long as possible.

Thankfully he didn't just shove me straight down into the basement like last time. Instead he let me unpack. He was watching TV when I was done and I joined him, sitting on the opposite side of the couch. We chatted. It was kind of surreal how normal it all was. Then he left me alone so he could make us dinner.

It was over dinner that he dropped the bombshell.

"Tomorrow night I'm having a couple of friends over."

"Okay..." I said, not understanding at first. "So I'm just staying for tonight."

Mark laughed. "No, Annie, you're staying the whole weekend. I told you, I want to have a Sybian party."

I paled. "You want me to ride the Sybian in front of your friends?" I squeaked, dropping my fork onto the plate with a clatter. I'd suddenly lost my appetite. Fortunately I was almost done with the steak and green beans he'd made anyway.

"You'll enjoy it," he said. "You're such an exhibitionist. You'll love it."

Ugh. I felt my pussy actually clench at the idea, but I knew that it was sexier in my head than it would be in person. The faceless men in my head were always super sexy; Mark wasn't unattractive, but he wasn't like the men in my head. I doubted his friends would be either.

Once he was done eating, he took our dishes and put them in the sink, before turning back to me with that hot look in his eyes that I knew meant we were going downstairs. My stomach churned and I was relieved that I'd stopped eating before him. I couldn't imagine getting on the Sybian on a full stomach. His eyes wandered down to my chest and I blushed as I realized my nipples had hardened in anticipation and were clearly on view through the fabric of my shirt.

Stupid body.

"Ready to take a little ride, Annie?" he asked softly.

I wanted so badly to tell him to go to hell. But my pussy was already creaming and it's not like I really had much of a choice anyway. Still, I had some pride left, so I didn't nod my head, I just sat there and stared down at my hands in my lap.

"Come on."

And like the obedient little robot I was, I followed.

******

The cocks on the Sybian were bigger than the last time. Definitely noticeably. For the first time, the one that was going into my ass looked like a real cock in both length and girth. It was probably about the size of Mark's cock, so it's not like I hadn't fit something that size into my ass before, but it had already been loosened up at that point. The one that was supposed to go into my pussy was huge, at least ten inches long and thick enough around that I was pretty sure my fingers would barely be able to encircle it. It was the big, thick one that I'd seen attached to the machine the first time I'd ventured into Mark's basement.

Immediately I shook my head.

"There is no way those things are going to fit inside me Mark, are you crazy?"

He just laughed at me. "You had something that size in your ass last week. You can take your time getting on them, I'll enjoy watching." I glanced over to see him leering at me and rubbing the bulge of his cock through his pants.

Asshole.

As much as I wasn't crazy about the idea, part of me was still curious. Would they fit? What would it feel like to try to make them? And why did I always have to be so damn curious?! It was this same insane curiosity that got me into this fix in the first place - I just HAD to know what it was like to ride a Sybian. My damn teenage hormones were not the most reliable life-guides.

I stripped down, pretty used to this part of the program by now.

Giving Mark one last pleading look before I tried to put myself on the Sybian, I begged him with my eyes to reconsider the size of the dildos. But he just smirked and pointed at the machine.

When I straddled the Sybian, my legs spread wide and my pussy lips split open, I'm sure he could see that I was wet, no matter how much I'd been protesting. The lubricated lengths of rubber pointed straight up at my vulnerable body, just waiting to impale me on their thick lengths. Biting my lower lip, I bent my knees and positioned myself over the longer, thicker one.

It felt like a baseball bat was trying to shove into my pussy. I groaned as the tip nudged in, but it flared fat and wide pretty quickly and I could feel my tight tunnel protesting the size. It was the biggest thing I'd ever tried to put into my pussy. Breathing deeply, I let gravity do some of the work, the cool length warming up as it was taken into my hot, wet pussy. The slick lube helped as my inner muscles spasmed and strained.

I groaned. I felt so full already and the second dick was barely nudging my asshole, which mean that I had a lot more fake cock to go. And my thighs were already burning.

I looked up pleadingly at Mark. "Help... please..."

Grinning widely, he stepped forward and held out his arms so that I could grip right below his elbows as he cupped mine, holding the entire length of my forearms so that he could bear some of my weight. I shuddered and moaned as the tip of the second dildo slickly nosed into my asshole.

I'd kept my backdoor stretched with all my masturbating, but my pussy had never been this full while I was trying to fit something else back there. And since Mark's cock, I hadn't had anything as big as the dildo I was trying to sink down onto.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I muttered, groaning as the burning ring of my anus stretched and struggled. If it wasn't for Mark holding me up, I would have never been able to maintain my position at this angle, and it made me feel even more vulnerable. All he had to do was let me drop and I'd be fully and painfully impaled. More painfully, that is.

I could feel sweat breaking out on my forehead as I bounced up and down slightly, working more of the cocks into my unhappy body. It was exciting, but it hurt too, and not entirely in a good way. I whimpered as Mark made soothing, encouraging noises at me. The huge bulge at the front of his pants said that he was enjoying my distress. Or maybe he just liked the way I was clinging to him as my body was invaded by giant dildos. I know my breasts jiggled enticingly every time I bounced, but it's not like he could touch them while he was supporting my weight.

It took a while for me to seat myself completely on the cocks, both of my holes were throbbing by the time I managed to fit them entirely in me. I felt like my lungs had had all the air pushed out of them, as if the dicks were so big that they didn't leave room for my internal organs. Both holes spasmed and clenched, my legs were already quivering from the strenuous effort involved in seating myself on them.

I was incredibly full. Stuffed. Bloated.

And I looked up, with almost dread in my eyes, to see Mark pushing the button.

OH FUCK.

The large size of the cocks made the sensations that much more intense, that much more severe, against the spasming walls of my body. I shrieked as the dildos spun inside me, thrusting and fucking me. Even though my legs were tired, I found myself bouncing on them, my pussy creaming hard as it was stimulated from my clit and pussy lips all the way to my cervix. The fat cock pushed against the end of my tunnel with every thrust and it hurt so good.

The strain of being so fully stretched was becoming less and less painful as pleasure took over, I moaned and rubbed my pussy lips and clit against the vibrating hump, starting to really get into the new sensations. My lower body felt like it was overheating from all the friction and fullness, but I didn't care... it felt incredible. I could already feel the most amazing orgasm beginning to build deep in my core, tightening my nerves around it like thread around a spindle.

Mark had his cock out and was steadily stroking it, watching me as I began to moan and ride with a lot more enthusiasm, my body finally accustomed to the size of the cocks that were fucking me. And they felt really, really good. I would have never chosen to stuff myself as full as he had, but now that I was experiencing it, I was learning that I could not only take it, I could probably come to love it.

I threw back my head, riding with abandon, fucking myself with the machine and glorying in it. I knew I would probably have to pay at the end of the ride, that tomorrow was going to be even worse, but while I was fucking the Sybian, I was in the moment. I was buzzing with pleasure. And I wasn't thinking about the future, I was just enjoying the now.

I screamed with ecstasy as my orgasm exploded inside of me, deep in my pussy and humming outwards through the rest of my body. I'd become so used to the curling, intense orgasms that I ground myself down against the machine, milking it for more and more pleasure. It was a full body climax, deliciously decadent.

So when the movement and the vibrations came to a sudden halt, I was more than a little surprised. And upset.

"What happened?" I asked, gasping a bit with the breathlessness that came from a sudden shock. The lack of stimulation hadn't interrupted my orgasm, but I was used to more... my body wanted more, craved more. It was like getting a taste of the most incredible food imaginable, and then having it taken away.

Mark smirked at me, still stroking his cock. "I just wanted to give you a little ride, I told you. Get you prepped for tomorrow."

"Please Mark, please let me keep going," I begged, my pussy and ass clenching down around the dildos as if trying to cling to them. I wasn't nearly senseless enough to give into whatever perverted things he might want to do to me and I definitely wouldn't be able to calm down and fall asleep now if I didn't get off again... possibly several more times.

"You're going to be sore tomorrow..." he said, looking reluctant, but there was just a hint of acceptance in his voice and I latched onto that hopefully.

"Please... please Mark, I promise I'll be good at the party."

He studied me, a small little smile curving his lips. "Okay Annie, but you're going to do something else for me tonight."

I wanted to ask what, but he was already pushing the button and the Sybian was starting up again. On a slower speed, with lower vibrations, but it was enough to stop my speech and make me moan. I was barely aware of Mark setting something in place in front of the Sybian until he was suddenly right in front of me, his cock pointing at my face and I realized that he'd put some kind of platform down so that he could get his dick to the same height as my mouth.

When he grabbed me by my hair and pulled my head forward, his hips thrusting at the same time, I gasped and my hands came up to push against his hips. But he didn't care; my arms were weaker than his and he had a hell of a lot more leverage. Besides which, I was incredibly distracted by the pleasure that was building up inside me again.

The bitter, salty taste of his pre-cum filled my mouth, the heavy, musky flavor of man right behind it. Dicks have a certain flavor, meaty and hot. I didn't have a lot of experience at sucking cock, but that didn't seem to matter to Mark. He just ignored my shoving hands, my unhappy gurgles, and started fucking my face while I was riding the Sybian.

I had a sudden flash of imagery, one of the dirty stories I'd read recently, about a girl who fucked three guys all at the same time. She'd been filled up just like I was now, even though two of the cocks in me were fake. I didn't know how many friends Mark was having over tomorrow, but I couldn't help but wonder if I was getting a preview about what might happen.

The Sybian's movements kicked up a gear as Mark's hands moved in my hair, and I realized he was still holding onto the remote. Using it to control the machine even as he controlled my head, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth. I gagged and choked a bit, my muffled protests humming along his cock even as the machine's vibrations hummed through my body.

I clung to his hips, using them to hold me up even as I tried to push him away. The lack of air was somehow making everything feel more intense, my head felt floaty and light and my skin tingled. I sucked in air when I could, getting just enough to keep me from completely panicking.

As the Sybian's relentless fucking began to pound into me, moving back into high gear, Mark's thrusts became rougher and harder. I was moaning around his cock, my breasts jiggling, my body bent slightly forward as he fucked my face, which made the movements of the Sybian feel even more different. Completely filled, already sensitive from my first orgasm, my next one building as the machine had slowly worked its way back to full force...

When I came again, it was with Mark's cock thrusting into my throat. He shoved deep, groaning as my scream vibrated around his cock, the muscles of my throat pulsing and massaging the tip of his dick. I was barely aware of my dwindling supply of air as the waves of ecstasy battered me, rocking me on my seat, filling me up with the most incredible pleasure so that everything else dimmed and fell away.

I kept riding, kept moaning, lifting myself up slightly to give my clit a break from the intense vibrations, although allowing the cocks to continue to pummel my insides. Mark ignored my own movements, continuing to fuck my face with long, hard strokes. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I tried to push him away again, slightly more back in control of myself, but my efforts were pointless.

He pushed me back down, almost as if in retaliation, and it felt like my clit was exploding against the Sybian as the little pleasure nub was wedged tightly between my body and the machine. I screamed again, this time tears rolled down my cheeks at the intense sensations, and Mark shoved deep into my throat again. I could hear his shout of pleasure above the roaring in my ears, and then thick, hot fluid was pouring down my throat.

I swallowed automatically, my throat muscles working involuntarily to keep me from trying to breathe in the deluge. My own body was wracked with sexual pleasure, rocking and writhing as it became too intense to bear... something I was familiar with from my previous rides. I was struggling to be let up and off now as much as I was to get Mark's cock out of my mouth.

The softening dick pulled away and I gasped for air, hanging onto his hips so that I could pull myself off the machine at the same time. I was nearly halfway off when he must have pushed the button to stop it completely, because the movements suddenly ground to a halt. I moaned as my pussy and ass pulled free with small sucking sounds. I could feel the holes gaping between my legs and I shuddered to think what they might look like.

"Ready for bed?" asked Mark. I nodded weakly. "Good, because you're going to need your rest for tomorrow."

I just nodded again. I was worn out, although not as bad as the last time I'd ridden the Sybian. I put on my own clothes and leaned on his arm to get upstairs. I shut the door behind me when I got to the guest room, shutting him out, basking in the afterglow of my ride and trying to ignore the taste in my mouth.

I crawled under the covers, still fully clothed and fell asleep. I'd deal with tomorrow when it got here.