I was so close.I was so close. His rear finger left me. Then it was back, but it wasn't his finger. It was warm; I thought it was his erect member at first, and I tried to relax for him. But it wasn't. He was inserting the device, still warm from my body heat, into me, this time searching gently for my rear opening, and God help me, I relaxed and spread wider to help him even though I knew what it was. I am admitting this now, but then I pretended--half believed--that at first I thought it was he that was entering me instead of that ... thing. Once it was started in, though, I rebelled. It was stretching me too much. I tried to avoid it, tried expelling it, anything to just get rid of it. But I couldn't. He held the chain around my waist as I tried to crawl away, and forced me face down onto the shower floor. I slithered forward on my stomach, trying to squirm away, but I came to the end of the shower; with my face turned to the side and my cheek pressed against the tile, I could go no further. Slowly, gently, inexorably, he continued. It felt huge. I don't know if you've ever had this done to you, but the first time was a bit of a shock for me. I knew by the way it had felt in my vagina that it was smaller than he was, but it was so unyielding, so hard. It stretched me terribly, and it felt so much bigger than it had before in my other opening. The conditioner contin- ued to lubricate it, but I had never done anything even remotely like this. It was forcing me open, violating me, filling me even after I felt full. This was pushing me close to the edge. I begged him to stop. I don't know if he would have if I had been more sincere. I felt pretty sincere. There was still a small part of me that was curious and excited, but it was a very small part. |