“What the heck is that?” I stared from my girlfriend Ana to the item she held in her hand. When she had called to me that she had something to show me, I’d automatically assumed another pair of shoes had arrived for her from her online shopping spree. I’d heard the ringing of the doorbell which frequently happened when you had a girlfriend who was a shopaholic. Of course, I would never accuse her of this. She worked in corporate and earned enough so that she could take care of her spending habit. Who was I to say anything about that?
The item she held before me wasn’t a pair of shoes. I wouldn’t have been so shocked at a new pair of shoes or two or even three pairs. What I was shocked at was the luscious pink folds of a woman’s pussy that was contained in a case that looked much like a flashlight. I couldn’t keep my eyes off the sight but eventually had to drag my eyes away to look at my girlfriend because surely this had to be a grave joke. Ana was of dark caramel complexion with a head of short curly black hair.
She was beautiful, tall and slender but with curves in all the right places. Sometimes I wondered how I landed a woman this sexy and charming. Not that I was bad looking, but pretty much the average guy with blond hair, blue eyes and an average height of five feet ten inches. I’d counted it my good fortune to have scored a woman like her. She had brains as well as beauty. She worked hard as well as played hard and she was one curious woman, always willing to try something new. I could hardly see what she wanted with that pocket pussy though. I knew what it was because I had seen it before on the Internet, but I never saw one this up close before.
“Isn’t this cool?” she asked, a mischievous grin on her face which displayed her gorgeous dimples. When she flashed that smile she knew I’d give her the world if it was mine to hand over. “But-But,” I began to splutter in confusion. “What are you doing with it?” “Well, I bought it for you,” she answered and sauntered closer to me so she could run her hand over my T-shirt clad chest. “Don’t you think it looks yummy.” And damn if she didn’t take the pocket pussy and hold it up to my lips.
I stared at her wide-eyed because I couldn’t fathom she was serious. “Ana,” I said, trying to be calm. “What exactly are we doing here? Why do we need this?” I wrapped my hands around her slender waist. “I already have you here.” “It’s something new and exciting to try,” she remarked. “I saw the reviews and guys seem to love it. I think you would too if you just try it.” I stared at the pouty lips of the female genitalia still inches away from my lips. “Humor me. I want to watch you fucking this thing.” Once again, I searched her face to see if she was joking. The breath left my body when I realized just how serious she was. Her dark brown eyes held excitement and desire. She really wanted me to take that thing and put my cock in it. “I'm sure you'll love it,” she continued. “Want me to tell you something?” I gulped and nodded, refraining from running my fingers through my honey blond hair as was my nervous habit.
“I've thought about watching you having sex with another woman,” she admitted. It was a wonder. Today was one full of surprises. “Of course that’ll never happen.” She ran a slender hand down my chest and between my legs to cup my cock through my shorts. “I don't believe in sharing. But, I still want to watch you and this pocket pussy solves the problem of having another woman all around.” “Ana, I-I’m not sure,” I replied. Her response was to bring the pocket pussy up to her mouth. My breath caught and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She slowly ran her tongue over the outer lips. “Fuck!” I swore, my cock instantly transformed from limp to rock hard. She kept her eyes locked on mine as she continued her slow exploration of the toy. She swept her tongue around the pink lips faster before dipping into the hole.
I felt my tongue itching in my mouth to trace the same area that she was sampling. I was amazed that seeing her doing that to a toy could turn me on so quickly to that but there was no doubt about it. “You know you want to taste it,” she murmured before grasping the handle of the pocket pussy closer to the base and returning her lips to it. She kissed it, evoking feelings of lust inside me. Then she held it to my lips. With a groan, I mimicked her action, feeling a little foolish at first as I ran my tongue tentatively over the outer lips. I was surprised that it was more pliant than I had thought although thinking more about it, I decided that it had to be this lifelike to attract so much attention. “That’s it baby,” she said in and encouraging voice.
“Get all in there.” The taste wasn’t exactly pleasant but it wasn’t awful either. It felt a little like rubber and a bit tasteless to be honest. However, I thought it would be even better after putting some sort of food type such as whipped cream or jelly around the lips to give it some kind of flavor. “Let me…” I removed my head so she could latch her lips over the protruding clit for her to continue her exploration. I hungered for her to offer the toy back to me so I could pick up where she left off. The next time she offered up the toy to me, she placed her lips next to mine and continued teasing the clit with her tongue while I sucked on and licked the labia. Our tongues would clash from time to time and I dragged hers into my mouth briefly before letting go so she could continue her quest. “Isn’t this hot?” she murmured. “And we haven’t even gotten to the good part as yet.” She grabbed a handful of my shirt and tugged me over to the long couch.
I went willingly, eager to know what else she had planned for us with that pocket pussy. At first, I had been thinking that having my cock stuffed into this masturbator was laughable but there was nothing laughable about how the lips had felt so supple in my mouth. It was all so real that I now wanted to know if it would feel just as real to thrust my cock into the man-made slit.
“Hold it.” She passed the masturbator to me and turned to undressing. It was a little heavier than I’d expected and I figured this was due to the case that surrounded the supple flesh of the pocket pussy. I weighed it in my hand, taking in the sleekness of the design, the little indentations marked into the casing, so it would be easy to grip. I turned the end over, holding the toy just below the larger part of it and peered at the bottom. At the bottom end of the toy, there was a small hole. I turned back the end of the pussy to face me once more and holding it with my right hand, just in the center, I carefully inserted my index and middle finger inside. “Holy shit!” I uttered, my excitement mounting. If I had thought the outer lips of the pussy was just like the real thing, the inside was even better.
Not only did whatever material they use make the inside supple, soft and accommodating, but it was ribbed with a design to maximize pleasure. It reminded me of the way Ana would gush about the ribbed condoms and how they added to her sexual experience. Now, for the first time, I would understand exactly what she felt. I could only imagine that the feeling would be exquisite although I wouldn’t have to imagine for long. “Feels good?” Ana asked, finally straightening after stripping off her knee length dress. She reached for the toy and I reluctantly allowed her to have it. “Strip.” My hand on the buckle of my belt, I paused to ask her one last time, “are you sure this is alright?” She rolled her eyes and instead of answering, went over to the couch to lie onto her back. She raised one leg over the back, spreading her thighs and giving me a healthy view of her shaven dark pussy with the juicy wet and pink pussylips. “What are you doing?” I asked, torn between her cunt glistening with moisture and the toy. On the one hand, I knew quite well how good it felt to slide between her thighs and how her muscles gripped my cock. On the other hand, I wanted to know what it felt like to be gripped by the masturbator she had bought for us.
“I’m playing with myself until you get dressed,” she remarked with a smirk which was wiped off her face by her next action. With her left hand, she cupped her left breast and squeezed hard. At the same time, she ran the lips of the toy over her flat belly and down towards her mound. Clutching the end of the pocket pussy, she brushed the pussy lips lightly over her own. I was so turned on by her actions that I just stood there, watching her, getting so hard my cock was already ready to bust a nut. “Feels good?” Now it was my time to ask her calmly as I tugged my shirt over my head to reveal the sleekness of my chest, sculpted with well-maintained abs from regular workouts at the gym. “Yes,” she gasped, her eyes trained on mine. I knew she wasn’t faking it. After a year of our relationship, I knew when she was sexually excited and that she was. Her face was flushed, her voice was low and husky, her eyes already turning hazy.
She was wetting her lips with her tongue and her chest was rising hard and fast from her uneven breathing. Her dusky nipples were ripe and plump, erect and waiting for my eager mouth. I quickly divested myself from my clothes and when I was naked, walked over to her. I dropped to my haunches beside the couch and kissed her, swallowing the moan that was rising from her throat. She was rubbing the clit of the masturbator over her own clit, pressing down harder. Leaning over her body, I kissed down her neck and to her breasts. I ran my tongue lightly over the nipple and she jerked then let out a shuddering breath. I kissed her breasts, lingering over the nipples till they were stiff bullet points against my tongue. Then, I released her nipple and shuffled down to her feet. I enclosed my hand over her left one. “Give it to me,” I urged her. After one final stroke, she handed me the masturbator.
I brought it to my lips and licked her juices off the lips. “Oh fuck, that’s so hot,” she moaned in approval. I continued licking her juices off the masturbator until her flavor disappeared. I alternated between long sweeping licks and quick flickering of my tongue. I watched her all along while I cleaned away her essence. Once I was satisfied that not one drop of her had been wasted, I gripped the case of the pocket pussy in the center, keeping my grip firm and pressed it to her pussy, so that it was clit to clit and slit to slit. Without pulling back the masturbator, I rubbed the pussy over her own in small circles, not breaking the contact any at all.
“Yes, just like that!” she gasped, undulating her hips to the rhythm of my hand. I quickened the pace, teasing her to move her waist faster. I pressed down into her clit each time I made a full circle, then half-circles. “Harder,” she moaned. “Please, do it harder.” She was clutching the sides of the sofa and widening her legs even more. I returned her eagerness by moving the pocket pussy faster and harder against their clit. Her juices were running over the edges of the toy as she got wetter in her excitement. Bringing my hand higher up the toy to just beneath the bulge, I was able to give her more pressure. Her breathing was even shallower. With a second thought, I removed the pocket pussy and turned the other end with the small hole towards her entrance. I rubbed it over her clit several times before wandering it down to her tight opening. Using the side with the asshole as a dildo, I pressed it against her hole, slowly spinning the toy. The head popped into her pussy, stretching her because the diameter was quite wide, even more so than the average dildo that we used before.
“Oh fuck!” she gasped, raising on her elbows to watch me. “Oh fuck Brian! Oh God, that’s so fucking huge in my pussy.” “Do you like it?” I gasped because my own restraint was being tested as well. “Yes! Yes!” That was all I wanted to hear. I poked the toy further inside her pussy, not very deeply inside her but deep enough. I withdrew slowly and at her sound of distress, pushed the toy back inside. I moved slowly, in and out of her pussy, my own breathing quickening as I moved faster. I rammed her pussy hard and she screamed but begged me not to stop at the same time. Encouraged, I continued ramming her hole with the toy over and over until she began moaning and thrashing her head from side to side. When I was sure she was close to the edge, I pulled the bottom of the pocket pussy out of her body and flipped the end, splatters of her juice catching my chin. With a firm grip under the bulge of the masturbator, I pressed onto her clit and rubbed at the same time in fast and quick motions.
‘Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” She must have cried a dozen fucks as she exploded, her hips raising off the sofa at the extent of her climax. I pulled the toy away from her body, to find that her juices had dripped generously into the passage of the pocket pussy. My first instinct was to lick it out just as I would have eaten her out but I decided I had better use for her juice down in the tube after all. “Now, you do me,” I told her, leaning over to press a kiss to her belly. “Ooh yes, my pleasure.” She sat up onto the couch, her feet looking a little shaky but we managed to have me replace her position while she crawled onto the couch between my legs. Watching her climax had kept my erection right in place.
“Give it to me.” I handed her the toy and she gripped it, the outer casing making the toy seem enormous in her smaller hand. She had to adjust her hand a couple times before she was satisfied she had a good hold on it. She held her hand over the handle rather than under. With one hand on the to, she rested the other on my thigh and brought the pocket pussy down over the tip of my cock. She teased my cock with the supple feel of the carved out genitalia, running it over the head of my cock and even down the sides. It was amazing the feel of the clit trailing my skin and sending goose pimples running down my arms and legs.
“You ready?” she asked me. “Yes,” I answered, although my first stirring of fear and uncertainty returned though not as strongly. Gripping the handle of the masturbator with both hands, she linked her fingers and pressed the opening over my cock. A shiver ran down my spine to match the feel of the toy swallowing my dick. The shiver tingled in my lower spine as feelings of pleasure engulfed me. The feel of the flesh-like material sucking on my cock while stretching to my fit was amazing. The feel of the ribbed design inside was incomparable to anything I had ever felt. That, in addition to the likeness of the interior of the toy to Ana’s body made it a win for me. All doubts fled my mind and I concentrated on the ride as she slid my cock as far as it could go till it hit the base of the toy. “Hmm,” she hummed in her throat. She pulled back the masturbator an inch or two before pushing it down my cock again. This time, she spun her hands to the right and to the left. She continued turning to the right and left as though stirring. That motion along the ribbed edges of the inner walls of the toy had my knees weak and it was a lucky thing that I was lying down. Needing to feel more action, I pulled back my hips surprising her.
My cock slid from the toy which gave a sucking sound. I didn’t hesitate before thrusting back inside. The material inside caressed and rubbed against my skin, surrounding my cock. There was a squishing sound where her juices had dripped inside the toy, lubricating it naturally for me. The toy was noisier than I would have thought, the material inside squishing with every thrust and withdrawal. “Oh, that’s what you want, don’t you?” she murmured. Still holding the masturbator in two hands, she took control of all the movements, setting her own pace. She sat on both my legs, making it impossible for me to move. Rocking back onto her heels, she started a slow steady rhythm of the masturbator on my cock. Up and down, she lifted, then plunged downwards, both hands giving her a great momentum. She heard my hiss of pleasure and raised the masturbator to just the tip of my cock then turned it slowly on its way down. “Oh. My. God.” The words exploded from my lips one by one. I barely caught my breath when she repeated her actions. She started a thrusting motion, each stroke she created bringing me closer to the edge. “You do it.”
She indicated for me to take the masturbator while she sat back to watch me. I grasped the end of it, removing it completely from my dick. I held it up to her mouth. “Spit in it.”
She complied, dribbling her saliva into the hole for lubricant. I returned the pocket pussy to my cock and snapped my hips forward at the same time I pulled the lips over my dick to engulf me. I held the toy the way she had, with two hands close to the end. Holding the toy apart from my body, I tried to keep my hands as still as possible while thrusting into the hole. I hissed and groaned at how wonderful it felt for me. I was still amazed at how similar everything felt, while my pleasure was enhanced by the ribbed inside design. I couldn’t get enough of the intricate design gripping, pressing onto and grasping my cock tight in its grip.
“That’s it, baby!” Ana cried when my hips moved faster and harder inside the pocket pussy. “That’s it! Come for me, baby. I want to see you come. Please.”
I wanted to come too, I thought but I was trying to hold it back for as long as I could because of how good it felt. I knew once I came, the pleasure would stop. I brought my hands up to the mouth of the artificial pussy and used my fingers to spread the lips apart. They were so realistic and were malleable under my touch. I stared down at the sight of my cock dipping in and out of the passage.
“Fuck! I’m coming!” I cried out hoarsely at the feeling that overcame me. Holding the masturbator by two hands again, I fucked the toy hard and fast. I pumped over and over, hearing Ana’s encouragements in the distance. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feeling washing over me. I undulated my hips, rocking the toy back and forth and clockwise then anticlockwise to add some variety to the different feelings.
“Shit!” I shouted hoarsely, stiffened and rammed my cock deep inside the pocket pussy once more. I stiffened, my hands tightening even more on the toy. I could feel the energy releasing from my back at my climax.
My eyes flew open when I felt movement beside me. I stared down at Ana who had knelt on the floor once more and had her head tilted towards the other open end of the toy. I wondered what she was doing only briefly before I saw a drip of my cum slid from the backhole and she licked it up. My body jerked and more cum spurted just from watching her.
She grinned at me from her position on the floor. “See? That wasn’t hard now, was it? And me thinks you enjoyed it.”
It didn’t make sense that I deny it when she was cleaning away the evidence of my enjoyment from the pocket pussy so I simply smiled at her. Too spent to do much more.
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