Rick's New Toy is Pleasure Perfect

Rick then inserted a pinkie into my pussy, pressing it upwards onto my g-spot as I bucked. "This little piggy went to market," he said, then inserted another finger. "This little piggy stayed home." A third finger delved into the warm wetness. "This little piggy had roast beef, while this little piggy had none," Rick said as he inserted a fourth finger. "And this little piggy," he said, voice growing husky with desire as he folded his thumb into the palm of his hand, "is going to make you scream all day long."

I felt pressure deep inside me as the first row of Rick's slippery knuckles slid beyond the event horizon. Then more pressure still as the second row stretched me further, forcing a moan that was an exclamation of both yearning and discomfort. Finally, I felt the widest portion of Rick's hand pressing against my pussy's entrance and panic rose in my chest, because I'd never before had more than three fingers filling me. Would his patient stretching earlier make the experience less painful? Would it even be possible considering the strength of my pelvic floor muscles, the tightness of my pussy?

"You okay?" Rick asked, withdrawing his hand slightly so he could twist his knuckles and push back into my grossly spread opening. Noting my mute nod, he continued: "The next part will be easier if you try to bear down against my hand; pushing outwards like you're trying to open a pussy flower. Ready? Here we go..."

As I tried to follow Rick's instructions the intense pressure forcing me open became almost unbearable. The enormous hand was stretching my delicate pink skin so far I was certain it'd rip, and it took all my self-control not to reach down and push against Rick's wrist until he had no choice but to withdraw.

But all thoughts of fighting Rick vanished as I felt his other hand reaching to caress my mons before two fingers found my clit, grasped its sides and pulled the sheath upwards to expose the nub. Another finger, slick with a combination of lube and my flowing juices, began to tease the intensely sensitive button; first flicking it to the left, then pulling it to the right using a scraping fingernail. I screamed at the touch, and as my entire body bucked upwards Rick pushed his fist one last time.

I had never been so full! Rick's fist was buried in my pussy up to his wrist and he slowly twisted his hand as he continued to torment my clit. Then the movement changed; Rick started pushing in, out and up, forcing his knuckles against my g-spot, which generated a host of cascading sensations so intense it I felt like my brain had melted. I came instantly, the orgasm's waves pounding my body and my mind so hard for so long that I finally lay like a ragdoll, whimpering just once before blackness descended.

Moments later my eyes fluttered open to the sight of Rick's concerned face peering down at me. My legs had been freed from their bindings and he was stroking damp tendrils of hair off my forehead. His expression turned to relief as he said softly: "There you are... I was starting to get vaguely concerned; you've been out cold for more than five minutes and you weren't responding to anything. Do we need to get to a doctor? Are you hurt?"

I paused to gather my thoughts and do a quick mental inventory of my body, including figuring out the process of making my tongue work. Finally I spoke in a slightly slurred voice: "Fucking hell..." the words trailed off, so I tried again. "Definitely no doctor, please. Nothing hurts more than you'd expect, except my mind that's trying to process how the hell that orgasm happened. Fuck, Rick; I've never, ever cum so hard! I've never before felt anything close to that. It was utterly insane!"

Rick's predatory tiger smile spread across his face as he digested my words. "That's just lesson one, Little Fierce. It's going to get better and better; a couple of months from now you're going to look back at today and laugh at how low your pleasure tolerance threshold used to be. But right now rehydrate and rest for a while," he said, handing me a glass of water set on the cabinet next to the bed. Then with a smirk: "I'm going to take a few minutes to freshen up and we'll see if you're still awake when I return."

Chapter 5

Rick's final sentence before he strolled out of the room was like a shot of adrenalin. "Challenge accepted, Viking!" I thought as I sat up straight, smoothed back my hair and tore open a pack of moist towelettes from the cabinet that I used to wipe down my damp body. Feeling more refreshed, I opened the cupboard again and quickly spritzed Chanel onto my pulse points.

Still with no sound of footsteps approaching the room, I looked around for inspiration to blow off the top of Rick's head and make him cum hard. Maybe he wouldn't black out, but I wanted him incoherent and teetering at the top of a pleasure tsunami as I'd been just moments before. My gaze fell on the mysterious backpack, and without a second though I pulled it open.

Excitement flared as I peered inside, because it took only an instant to realise that I'd hit the jackpot. Or rather, Rick would soon be hitting a jackpot greater than he'd ever dreamed possible. In seconds I'd delved deep in the bedside cabinet and extracted two items that looked almost identical to those in bag and after fitting them together, they were affixed to me. Then I poured us both another single malt, lay back and waited for Rick's return.

As Rick approached the threshold a few minutes later he was preceded by an elongated shadow that froze abruptly when he stepped into the room and looked at the bed. I grinned; he'd been expecting to find sleep and exhaustion, but was instead confronted by a woman stretched sensuously, back arched to better display the sizeable strap-on she wore slung around her hips.

"I haven't been directing this show and I don't intend to start now, but I imagine you brought along a strap-on because you enjoy playing with it and I'd very much like to play with you," I said to the still staring man in the doorway, gesturing towards the phallus. "I have a technique I'd love to demonstrate if you'll permit me that I guarantee will be a first and it's so good your ears might bleed from the brain explosion when you cum."

I giggled as a languid smile spread across Rick's face. He strode to the bed, then looked down at me and his face became solemn as he said in an admonishing tone: "Yes it's a toy I enjoy but I'm not a sub; not today, not ever. We still play by my rules or we don't play at all. Is that clear?" My expression was equally serious as I nodded assent, inviting him back onto the bed.

In response Rick sank to his knees on the mattress, in one swift movement pushing me onto my back and straddling my breasts. From my prone position I had a close up view of Rick's smooth, taut testicles and his massive erection rising up and away from me. My head rose of its own accord, tongue already extended, and the testes that were barely within reach received softly teasing swirls. Rick's reaction was to twist his fingers in my hair, sharply wrenching back my head, while the other gripped his rigid cock and forced it downwards towards my mouth.

My eyes widened in alarm at the size of the descending shaft, but my lips nevertheless reacted to some subconscious mental instruction and parted for the incoming invader. Rick's quick eyes noticed the dissonant messages my brain was trying to process and wasted no time thrusting into my soft, warm mouth. My lips stretched tightly as they attempted to yield to the large circumference, but even with Rick's powerful pressure to the back of my head that pushed his cock deep into my throat, it still wouldn't fit in its entirety. I gagged several times around the massive incursion; light-headed and heart racing as I forced as much air as possible through my nostrils while I retched.

My panic was short-lived, though, as Rick pulled back until my mouth held only his tumescent head. I inhaled deeply around it, exhaled, then sent my tongue on a tormenting exploration of the satiny skin while my lips closed to form a tight seal below it and they slid up and down around his thick cock. My hands, meanwhile, trailed around Rick's thighs and over the curve of his butt; one finger softly running up and down along the length of its cleft.

Rick shifted his weight slightly, knees opening wider in clear invitation. But instead of sending fingers to probe I moved my head downwards and gently sucked his balls into my mouth, allowing my tongue to trace circles over the soft skin while the maddening caress of his cleft continued. Rick's breathing quickened and his butt cheeks clenched reflexively, but relaxed just as suddenly in response to the extraordinary sensation of rapid tongue flicks over his sensitive perineum. He groaned, twitching as feather-light stroking from my left hand teased across his ass, but he couldn't see that my right hand had dropped down to my pussy, where my buried fingers were receiving a thorough coating of slick natural lubrication.

I reached up again and gently parted Rick's butt cheeks, right hand moving inwards to trace wet circles around his tight bud. I slid a slippery finger around his puckered sphincter for a final time and gently eased it in. Rick exhaled in pleasure as my finger slid up his tight hole. No more lube was necessary for the moment; I felt my digit gliding in and out effortlessly with the only resistance his clenched muscles. But that, too, soon faded as he relaxed and became more comfortable with my probing. I then pushed a second finger into Rick's ass, turning and twisting both as I explored his recess.

After a few minutes I gently withdrew my hand, slid out from between Rick's knees and crouched behind him, pushing lightly between his shoulder blades in a silent request to bend forward. He resisted for an instant, then dropped to his elbows while further spreading his knees. Holding Rick's cheeks open, I placed my lips over his bud and slipped my wet tongue inside. I probed in and out, working it as deep as I could, pulling out and circling his taunt ring before diving in yet again. I heard Rick's breathing get louder as one hand slid between his legs to massage his cock, while another finger joined my tongue's exploration of his ass. I slid my index finger in and out, replacing it with my tongue the instant it slid free of his increasingly relaxed sphincter, then probing again with my hand.

Rick didn't hesitate a second time when I quietly asked him to lie on his back. He rolled over and I shifted to sit facing him between his open thighs. I moved my legs over Rick's thighs and hips, spreading mine to tuck my feet snugly alongside his torso and anchor them under his bulk in the small of his back. I reached for a bottle of lube on the cabinet and squeezed a generous quantity into my hand; first coating the dildo poking through its harness, then stroking even more through Rick's cleft. Finally I pushed the nozzle into Rick's ass and squeezed, ensuring every inch of his passage was liberally coated.

Putting the bottle down, I eased my hips forward, pressing the insistent tip of the dildo against Rick's ass. There was a second of resistance before the smooth length of it slid in accompanied by a loud groan from Rick. I remained motionless for a few seconds to allow his body to acclimatise to the incursion, then used my feet and clenched legs as leverage to rock back and forth, gliding my phallus in and out of his ass.

Rick's moans grew in intensity and he began to shove his ass onto the dildo, slamming harder and harder, but I couldn't allow him to cum yet, so I immediately stopped moving. Rick's eyes flew open and he glared at me. His lips parted to speak, but before he could say a word I interjected with: "It's obvious from the way you tied me to the headboard earlier that you've never forgotten my long-ago mention that I'm double-jointed, correct?" Rick nodded wordlessly, narrowed eyes fixed on my face.

"The reason I didn't want you to cum now is something I didn't mention at the time because it wasn't relevant, but it is now. What would you say if I told you that I'm so hyper-flexible that I can fuck your ass and suck your cock at the same time? Would you believe me? Would you like me to prove it?" I asked, grinning impishly.

Rick's face was a mask of surprise, swiftly followed by disbelief. "You're sitting pressed up against my ass; to get your mouth near my cock you'd practically have to bend in half," he retorted. I smiled and replied with a simple: "The proof's in the pudding." Then I slowly began to rock my hips back and forth again, pushing the dildo deeply into Rick's ass as my pelvis thumped into his.

Rick's predatory eyes followed my every move as I shifted to spread my thighs wider and move my feet down to hook under his hips. Settling into a posture that was midway between yoga's lotus position and ballet's straddle splits I clasped my ankles, I bent forward at the waist and using only my tongue, delicately twirled Rick's ramrod shaft off his belly and into my waiting mouth.

The words: "Holy shit!" floated over my head as I started to match the pumping of the dildo in Rick's ass with the sliding movement of my mouth around his cock, both moving in and out in perfect synchronicity.

Rick's breathing grew instantly ragged and as he pounded back against me I knew he was very close to an explosive orgasm, but I had one final surprise before that happened. Rick thought the dildo buried in his ass had come from his toy bag, but he was wrong. His was a plain dildo; mine was not.

I reached behind and under me to push a button at the base of the phallus, which suddenly began a fast vibration in the head that was pressed hard against Rick's prostate. His eyes flew open and I held on tight with hands, feet and mouth as his entire body began to buck.

Rick howled as his orgasm crashed over him; through him. His cock jerked in my mouth as a fountain of cum hit the back of my throat - so much that it took a full three swallows before my airway was again clear. As his orgasm eventually waned I reached down to still the vibration, licked the final drop of cum off the head of his cock, then sat back and smiled down at Rick, who lay unmoving with eyes closed.

It was only when I slowly started to withdraw the dildo from his ass a full two minutes later that Rick finally stirred. From beneath heavy lids he studied my smiling face; the silence stretching for so long that my smile eventually faltered and died.

Then came the sexiest chuckle I'd ever heard. "I've learnt three things today," Rick murmured huskily, "the first being never underestimate the student's ability to become the master.

"The second is that if I'd discovered sex with kinky double-jointed women 25 years ago I'd probably be dead by now, and the third that until I die, if a woman isn't kinky and double-jointed, I definitely won't be having sex with her!"