It was in Chicago where it happened. I had told you I had seen a picture of a woman with two speculums in her and wanted to see you like that. You were somewhat reserved about it over the phone when I told you about it. I had already put a speculum in your cunt once before and delighted in seeing the hole appear between your legs where your cunt was supposed to be, framed by the bright, silver frame and handles of the Graves speculum. I searched on line and found an anal speculum to go with the cunt speculum we already had.
I remember we had played a bit, you were wet and still had all your cunt hair. I asked if you wanted me to “….open both of your holes…” or some other phrasing that put it crudely but our play generally was in the form where I would ask you a question, and wait for you to affirm that you wanted me to do that particular thing to you. I liked that part of the interaction. Sometimes I knew you were under terrific stress, or even pain, and would ask if you wanted to stop, get dressed and quit, and you always, seemingly even regretfully would tell me to go on, you didn’t want to stop.
I distinctly remember that the bedspreads were in a red theme, along with those large, decorative pillows they put on the bed for looks, but not for sleeping on. I arranged three of them behind your back so that you could recline. I had to have you to scootch forward to get your cunt and anus close to the edge of the bed. I remember the lighting was such that it softly lit your face, flat stomach, tits and face. I had you repose like that for several minutes positioning your feet closer to your butt, and pushing your knees apart so that your wetness was revealed under your cunt hair. I placed both speculums on your stomach so that you could see them, letting them clank together a bit. There is nothing else on earth that sounds remotely like speculums rattling around off of each other.
I then asked you which one did you want me to put in first. I always liked asking you where to start, even if it was me sticking my cock into you for the first time after we were naked. You knew I would pretty well do what I pleased, and you also knew I liked doing the opposite of what you chose. You said “..cunt first” so with great deliberation I chose the anal speculum and with lubed it up so you could watch me. I explained that I was going to put it in, with the handles pointing downwards since I didn’t want them to interfere with the one in your cunt. I asked if that was OK with you, again enjoying putting a question to you that I knew had never been asked of you.
The anal speculum was quite a bit smaller and slipped in easily, all the way to the frame. I fucked your anus a bit with it, somewhat disappointed you didn’t gasp or react much when it slid in. I squeezed the handles together, and instantly, a dark hole appeared, framed by your now white anal ring. It looked so wrong; this tight beautiful ass, with your rosebud totally violated and opened. It looked so wrong and so exciting somehow. I put my finger through the frame of the speculum marveling at how I could penetrate you, and not touch you until my finger pushed in between the bills of the speculum rubbing the walls of your rectum.
I changed my medical gloves with great deliberation and fingered your cunt, and could feel the ass speculum through the thin wall of your cunt. Before I pushed the cunt spreader in, I backed off the spread of the anal speculum a bit to allow the bigger bills of the cunt speculum to go in. I can remember you actually rolled your head back to stare at the ceiling as I worked it in, somewhat as I imagined you would putting up with a distasteful gyno inspection. I was careful to rotate the speculum in your cunt 90 degrees, and explained that the handles would be facing up, instead of their usual downward rotation, so as not to block the view of the speculum in your anus. I asked if you were concerned that the handles of the cunt speculum would be blocking access to your clit. You shook your head hurriedly shaking off the question like you might when asked if you wanted to buy the warranty on a garbage disposer at the checkout. Totally focused on your cunt, I gently began squeezing the handles to spread your cunt open.
It wasn’t until I stepped back to stare at you that I could take in the enormity of how violated you had become. You looked so beautiful reclining backwards, heels drawn up to your butt, knees apart, nipples alert. But then between your legs, these gaping, stretched openings that so often had made my cock feel good clinging to it. It just looked so wrong, so exciting, so taboo to see you like this.
I wanted you to scootch forward a bit more, and suddenly saw this lithe, elegant, graceful athletic woman squirm and start to move herself about so clumsily. It excited me to see you like this and I had you move again. You didn’t want to make eye contact with me, so of course I forced you to and asked all sorts of awkward questions as to why you liked to play with this. Why couldn’t we just be happy fucking, but had to bring along toys, knives, bindings, bits for the mouth, clothes, plugs, bondage frames and the like…
I never realized what a sense of violation the speculum causes until you pushed the large speculum that had been in your cunt into my ass once, months later, after fucking me hard with the strap on. You had me on my back, with tights and panties down around my thighs. You were grabbing the panties to push my legs back towards my shoulders so you could work the rubber dick into my ass.
I don’t remember why you suddenly took the speculum that was lying there and decided it would go into me. It’s big…and my first thought was that it will tear my ass. You grabbed it and were twirling it in to loosen me, and suddenly I could feel it slip into me. I was shocked at how cold it felt. It took you several tries to figure out where the little nut was that held the bills locked open. As you screwed it down, it drove the speculum deeper into me, until I could feel the handles and frame hit my ass. You kept asking me “Do you like how that feels?….Do you like how it feels?” I felt that you had been waiting to reciprocate on how miserable the two speculum event in you had felt. You had me move around as well, enjoying the reciprocity of seeing me trying to navigate, move, walk with the bills lodged deep in my ass.
I felt violated, vulnerable, and oddly what was the worst, was the feeling of the cool air of the room drafting into my spread rectum. I knew if I could feel that, you could see everything and it scared me a bit as to why you wanted to see me like that. Why was it exciting for you? I have no recollection of how it ended, but it had to involve you slowly unwinding the nut so the bills would collapse so it would be released. I do remember lying there immediately afterwards feeling so drained after being fucked so hard by you with the strap on, and then the mental and physical stress of being speculumed like that. Far more draining than the play we used to do, inflating the bardex until we begged for release.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/426z9w/reciprocal_speculum_play
Very hot. Thanks for sharing