After that first night when Vickie blew me in her pick up, we got to know each other better. She was a nymphomaniac to say the least. Vickie grew up in a remote part of the state which was packed in the summer by tourists and desolate in the winter. According to Vickie, the only pastime for a teen from late fall to late spring was drinking and fucking. Vickie made it out of there eventually to the city and attended a prestigious university, but her sexual ways only increased. Vickie told me her grades were always respectable and she was on sports team, but sex (especially group sex and orgies) was her true extracurricular activity. It all came clear to me that the sexual animal I met that first night was her normal state of existence. Despite all this, she still had surprises for me.
A few months into our relationship, I was supposed to be out of town for a week. Knowing we (or maybe just me since I wasn’t sure Vickie wasn’t bonking others!) probably would be desperate for a fuck by the time I got back, I arranged to leave my car at her place, have her drop me at the airport, and pick me up when I got back, which she did late on the following Saturday night. Our drive back to her place was uneventful, the conversation pretty much about our weeks. However, during a moment of silence, Vickie said she had a surprise planned for me that night. I was super curious. Ours was a friendly and sexual relationship, nothing particularly romantic about it. What sort of surprise could this be, I wondered.
We arrived at Vickie’s. After a drink (of water, because Vickie didn’t drink) and relaxing for a bit, we moved to her bedroom. I want to say our lovemaking the night began as usual, but that doesn’t do it justice. Having sex with Vickie was never dull. She was full of energy, enthusiasm and eroticism every time. On the other hand, Vickie had surprised me so often with something new and exciting that I had started to see the rest as “usual” even if it wasn’t by my past standards. This night, Vickie would eventually take me into a whole new level of “hot-but-didn’t-see-that-coming.”
After we had been at it for some time, mostly kissing, feeling and licking each other where it mattered the most, Vickie stopped and said it was time for the surprise. Rolling over toward her night stand, she opened the drawer and pulled out a billiard ball and placed it on the bed. My mind raced to make sense of this. A billiard ball? If you had asked me beforehand what sort of things might enter into my sex life, I’m sure billiard ball would not have come to mind. Then Vickie reached again took out another one. Ok, then.
Vickie pushed my face down to her pussy again, encouraging me to lick some more. Once I had brought her to another small orgasm, she reached for the first billiard ball. Vickie rubbed it briefly against her slick pussy lips, then effortlessly popped it into her canal like someone popping a small piece of chocolate into their mouth. As I watched in astonishment, she reached for the second one and did the same! It took me a moment to realize that this couldn’t have been her first time. Having them in her nightstand meant it happened often enough. So many questions ran through my mind- what do we do now? How does one even find out they can do that? How do they come out?
Vickie started to finger herself, moving the balls around inside her. At times, she would push down on her lower abdomen forcing the balls up and down from the opposite direction toward her fingers. Vickie enjoyed herself for some time before inviting me to take over. Whatever she was experiencing, it seemed to take her pleasure to a different place than I had seen with her before. As I worked the balls around trying to figure out how best to please her, she moved to be able to suck me. Soon, Vickie was wetter than I had ever seen her, which from past expert said volumes.
Vickie then placed her hand on my hip and guided me around so that my cock was directed toward her pussy. Once there, she pulled me into her. Hot damn! To my surprise, there was still room in there for my respectably-sized cock. And the feeling was electrifying. Suddenly, Vickie’s pussy which admittedly wasn’t always the tightest now felt like a warm, strong embrace.The sensation too was so unexpected. When I first entered, the balls rolled against the bottom of my dick producing a wonderful feeling along my shaft that varied as the balls moved around. Each thrust was a different adventure in pleasure. Based on Vickie’s response, she was experiencing a similar pleasure.
We went like this for some time, then I pulled out. Taking a break, I stroked myself contemplating my next move. I readjust my position, and guided myself in again while holding my cock. My hope was that I could enter her in such a way that my cock would now push in under the billiard balls. I succeeded and the new pressure on the top of my dick, especially on the upper side of the head, was unbelievable. Vickie’s loud gasp and moan told me she appreciated this new sensation too. We went at it again with me occasionally readjusting where the billiard balls were in relation to my dick. Vickie seemed to come repeatedly until finally I want able last any longer and filled her with my week’s worth of jizz. As I did, I wasn’t able shake the vision of all my cum flowing on and around those billiard balls. I collapsed beside her and we cuddled, though soon after the long flight home I wasn’t able to stay awake and was asleep.
I woke again later. It was dark. I felt Vickie lying beside me, mostly turned on her belly. Feeling around in the darkness, I reached her ass which was pointing up to the ceiling, her legs split so her pussy was available. I thought back to our earlier lovemaking and was instantly hard. Vickie had always told me a big turn on for her was to wake up to find a cock inside her (she was always vague about where in her); I decided to give it a try. Since she was always up earlier than me to teach aerobics and I’m not usually one to wake up once a sleep, the opportunity hadn’t presented itself until now and might never again! I rolled onto my knees, wet my cock and her pussy with some spit, and lowered myself down on top of her. As I rested against her wonderful ass, I thrust my hips forward and entered her. The billiard balls were still in there! My thrusting didn’t wake her except to cause her a few muffled moans, but her pussy got wet as a humped her from behind. This time, it didn’t take long for the sensation of the billiard balls to work their magic and I came again. Resting on top of her, our hips interlocked and my chest on her back, I fell asleep again.
When I woke the next morning, Vickie had already gotten up and left to teach her morning class. I went into the bathroom to pee and found the billiard balls drying on the side of the sink. I contemplated where they had been and that semen had washed over them twice the night before and shook my head. I’ve never been able to look at billiard balls the same way since. Some months later, Vickie would give me yet another experience in how much space and abuse her pussy could endure.
I had a short business trip scheduled, just an overnight in a neighboring state. Although it was easily only an hour or so drive from my place, I convinced my boss to spring for a hotel room for me to stay in on the first night. Vickie lived on the route halfway to my destination, so my plan was to rent a room near her place. For me, it was a win/win/win. I was still living at home at the time, so I was always having to drive myself to Vickie’s place for sex which wasn’t always my ideal. I’m allergic to animals and Vickie had a big dog. Moreover, having the room meant I wouldn’t need to leave early to beat the traffic and could sleep later.
Vickie came over to the hotel. She seemed tired and a little unenthusiastic. I have to admit that Vickie by this time seemed to be getting bored with our relationship. As a result, she seemed to be intentionally choosing certain sexual experiences to keep herself interested. I hate to say that it didn’t matter to me. The sex was still hot, and each new adventure she chose was a sexual first for me.
This night, Vickie who often liked to jump right into things was even less interested in foreplay and build up than usual. She stripped and pretty much demanded that I go down on her right away. Being a very oral-oriented person, I didn’t complain and got to work. Between my tongue and my fingers, I eventually had her enjoying herself. Vickie was particularly aggressive and dominating this night and arranged it eventually so I was on my back where she could fuck my face and fingers at her own pace. I don’t think I had ever been hate-fucked before, but there certainly was something dark and angry in how she ground herself on me. I was enjoying it however and giving as much as I could utilize she came, soaking my face, fingers and chest with her dew.
At this point, I thought she might reciprocate or that would at least fuck. Vickie instead crawled to the edge of the bed, positioning herself on her knees. Yet, instead of pointing her butt towards me to fuck her from behind, she was facing toward me as I stood by the bed.
“I want you to fist-fuck me. It’s been to long since I had that,” she said. Vickie must have seen the reticence in my face, so she added, “Don’t worry. I will guide you.”
After telling me to kneel on the floor before her as she remained kneeling on the bed, Vickie took my right hand and started fucking herself with my fingers. She began with three fingers and worked her way up to four, until she was driving down so hard on all four that my thumb was banging on her clit. Once Vickie got herself super wet again this way, she issued her instructions.
“Keep your four fingers inside me and use them to pull your hand in while making a fist at the same time.”
I followed her instruction. Using my four fingers to try to gain traction against wall of her vagina, I slowly worked the rest of my hand in until it was in a fist inside her. As I did, Vickie went from wincing at first to deep groans and gasps. Once I was in, she took over pistoning up and down on my fist and arm until it seemed at times like half my forearm disappeared inside her. Vickie seemed to lose herself and went at it for close to five minutes, almost howling the entire time. When she came, it was extraordinary to feel her entire lower body clamped down on my hand and a large portion of my arm. She fell backward on the bed and my fist popped out.
I assume thereafter that we made love. Truthfully, I don’t even remember now.
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