He grinned and yanked my clothes off, diving back down, making quick work of giving me an orgasm. He knew just what buttons to press to make it fast. His tongue was everywhere, warm and a little rough as he roamed, flickered and licked me, fingers pressing into my pussy and ass, using my own fluid as lubricant. It was so hot, frantic and eager, and within minutes my legs were squeezing around his ears as I came hard.
“Beautiful,” he sighed, kissing the inside of my thighs and up my body, slow and gentle.
I allowed myself to languish in the bliss for a few seconds before the excitement struck me again. Theo let me roll him onto his back, a smile on his face as he watched me position him. He was pliable, but buzzing with energy.
“Now, I already sanitized these,” I told him as I opened the box. “There are three different sizes here, sterile lube and wipes, and a fancy case to keep it all safe.”
He wriggled up the bed a bit so he could see better, his head on the headboard, resting on his forearm thrown behind him.
I straddled his thighs, his hard cock sticking up close to my pussy. I wanted to kiss it, suck on it and draw all his deliciousness from it. But I didn’t know what sounding would do, if it would make him cum, if he’d hate it. I kinda wanted to make him wait until after before I sucked on him… a bit of teasing.
His eyes widened when I pulled out the widest sounding rod.
“You need to be flaccid, remember, to make it easier,” I said, frowning at the sight of his hard cock. It looked angry with how full of blood it was.
“Well, shit, I don’t think I can ever be watching you like this and not be hard.” He winked when I scowled at him. “Look at you.”
I was bigger now, letting my body settle into how it wanted to be. I was how it wanted to be, exercise and good food, but nothing obsessive, just natural. My boobs were fuller, my hips spilled over a bit more, and my stomach had stretch-marks at the bottom, but Theo only ever loved every inch of me.
“Well, we need to get you soft first. At least this first time.”
His face dropped. “What the hell am I supposed to do about that?”
I laughed. “Maybe I should flick it?”
“Don’t you dare flick it.” He dug his fingers into my ribcage, making me shriek.
A tickle fight did not make him any softer. And, unlucky for him, I dropped that big rod on the bed, so it was no longer sterile.
In the end, I had to step out of the room for a minute, hiding away from him until he calmed down. I don’t know what he did in there, but when he frantically yelled for me to come back in, I was laughing my head off as I bounced back into position.
His cock was indeed a tiny bit softer, semi-hard, but not raging like before.
“Work fast, baby,” he begged, a little breathless.
With clean hands, I squirted the lube packet over the smallest sounding bar and lined it up with the head of his cock. I wouldn’t ask him if he was sure; I knew he was.
Very, very slowly, I inserted the rod into his urethra, watching with fascination as his cock swelled back up around it.
“Holy fucking shit,” Theo groaned, his mouth falling open, his entire body tense. He gripped the bedsheets and held his hips steady, raised a little, as I pushed the steel rod into him.
“How does it feel?” I whispered, desperate to get my face down there and my mouth around him. He looked incredible.
“Uh,” he stuttered. “Fucking intense. Good. Shit.” His eyes rolled back as I got as deep as I could, then twisted the rod, before pulling it almost all the way back out.
The sight of his slit stretching around the metal was beautiful. There was no tension or pull from him, the rod sliding nicely up and down like it was supposed to be there.
“Faster, fuck,” Theo groaned, trying to lift his hips.
“Stop moving,” I demanded, terrified I was going to hurt him. “Or I’ll have to tie you up.”
“Oh, holy shit, next time.”
Theo was a mess as I fucked his cock with the rod, growing in confidence with each agonizing pass. I wrapped my other hand around his shaft and squeezed, creating even more pressure inside him, matching the pace as I fucked him and jerked his cock.
When beats of fluid started forming at the tip, then dragging up the rod, I decided I needed a taste, a better view.
“Violet..” he cried in pleasure, louder than I’d ever heard him before. He looked so beautiful underneath me, at my mercy.
