She punctuates with a forward flick of her hips and the tip of her dildo wedges into me. Dear god in heaven. Cocks, real ones, not latex toys, are pleasantly warm. It's a definite upside to sex with a guy. This is different though, what's pressing at my opening is hot. I tense my legs automatically, resisting, but Toni pulls my hips higher and pushes more firmly.
"Guuuuh," I grunt as the heat pops inside and I buck at the absurd sensation of a coffee-warmed dildo worming its way into me.
"Guh, as in good?" Toni chuckles and sinks in a little further.
"Fucking fantastic," I hiss. She stops.
"That better not be sarcasm," her voice goes steely.
"Uh uh... more... please...Toni," I babble, wriggling back and succeeding in working her hot toy deeper. It's nowhere near enough. I need more. Much more.
"That's what I thought."
"Is this one bigger too?" I ask as the thick, hot length starts sinking further and further, I can feel my body straining, shifting to accommodate the length and girth. I clutch the sheets and will myself to relax, to accept. She pauses again, whether to tease me or to let me adjust, I can't decide. My body can't decide either. She's amused now and I can hear it in her voice,
"So you've noticed?" She starts pushing again and it makes my answer come out between tightly pursed lips,
"Yeah."
"Then, yes, it's bigger." She chuckles and pauses again. I'm panting into the bedspread with what has to be at least seven inches of toasty warm sex toy buried in me.
"How-how, big is it?" I stammer, dizzy.
"Does it feel good?" she counters, pushing in a little more but I can't tell how much. I just know that the heat is working some kind of magic and not just in my straining pussy. I can feel it radiating out into my fingers and toes.
"Fucking... hell... yeah," I eke out between gasps. She holds still and strokes each of my upturned butt cheeks tenderly.
"Then it's really none of your business how big it is then is it?" I snort into the bed. From the first time she kissed me, Toni had explained that she had every intention of developing a relationship with my body that did not require me to do much thinking.
"In fact," she'd smiled and taken a sip of her straight tequila before continuing her explanation,
"it'd be best if we kept that big, college-girl brain of yours out of this. Good sex is a primal thing." She'd earned my faith that same night when I invited her back to my apartment. We'd peeled off our clothes and rolled around on my kitchen floor, never even making it to my bedroom. I came, clawing linoleum with one hand and clutching a kitchen table leg with the other. From the start, Toni knew how to work all the levers and buttons god gave me. I trust her ability to make me feel good, to guide me to the fuzzy edge of my repressed needs. Still, I'm fixated on the size of the toy she's fucking me with.
"So it's pretty big then?" I try again.
"Love, you wouldn't believe me if I told you." Her smug reply comes just as she bottoms out inside me and I feel the hot tip of her fake cock nudging at my back wall. Her hips meet the cheeks of my ass, her soft skin against mine. It's a comforting feeling.
She holds still and the heat does what the dildo can't do – it sinks deeper, warming my insides. Even my damned uterus is thanking her and my ovaries are starting to wonder what the fuck is going on. We've sailed past pretty sex and we're approaching religious experience. I'm dripping openly, wantonly, like a whore, juices streaming from my stuffed honeypot and trickling down my raised stomach, then wicking into the bed. I can feel my fluids are warmer thanks to Toni's demented imagination. This is utterly insane. And perfect.
