1. Dirty Girl Interrupted


    Date: 9/21/2015, Categories: College Sex, Author: Metilda, Rating: 23, Source: LushStories

    needed lube for pussy play but I often relied on olive oil rather than manufactured oils and gels if the need arose. The first toy was a fun little one. A white glass vase. Very simple with small round bulb and a narrow neck that widens out at the opening. Big enough for a single, small flower. It slipped inside easily, being so wet and swollen made the pressure of such a small thing feel intense. With it in place I patted my wet pussy, sending small jolts through myself. I tensed my muscles as I played with it by pushing it out and then sliding it back in. All the while, I watched like a greedy old man lusting for a stripper. Once the thrill of the first toy waned a bit I slipped it out. Peculiarly, Olive Oil at room temperature is always ever so slightly warm. I quickly unscrewed the lid and drizzled a small bit over the round end of the flower vase. My fingers shook, making the effort that much more difficult. Then I drew my legs up, positioning it at my pink starfish, and pushed gently to work it inside. First anal toys always meet more resistance, but with the oil in play, my ring relaxed and opened to take it in. The vase slipped in quickly, firmly seated so the neck rested flush with the skin. Inside, it felt good though it was on the small size as far as anal play goes. But that’s the idea behind playing this game. Start small and see how far I can go before giving in and getting myself off. Now, with my pussy gently teased and sloppy wet, the first anal toy in ...
    place, the heat from the oil, even the smell of it taking me deeper in a lusty state, I took up a candlestick holder. You know the type: crafted for fanciful display, smooth and round, shaped like a tall, narrow barrel. Amazing how swollen and full the pussy can get all with a little bit of excitement and one teasing toy. I watched as I slipped it into my cunt. Slowly, I slipped it deeper and deeper until it was in at least several inches. Teasing myself with my fingers, I leaned back and closed my eyes for a moment, just long enough to run my fingers over my clit, not getting off, but exciting myself even more. Studying? Sure... myself. And just as I cracked a slight smile at my silent joke I opened my eyes and my body stopped moving. My mind couldn’t quite make sense of the fact that Trace was standing in the doorway, one hand on the door frame as if he had just opened the door to step inside. Unlike in books and movies, there were no active words that took shape in my head. Just an overwhelming and sudden embarrassed panic. I hopped up and slipped the toy from my pussy in one smooth motion, took the mirror, didn’t even glance to the pile of glass playthings on the couch, and left the room. I didn’t even curse at him, my mind wasn’t functioning enough to make speech happen. Heart pounding in my chest, my lungs painfully tight, I kicked my bedroom door shut and threw everything down on the bed. Then I stood there, hand to my chest to still my rattled senses, and I just waited for ...