Lettie awoke after about 20 minutes as Gus and Suzie began to move around her, preparing the room with more hand towels, lubricant and so on. She felt tired still, but immediately excited at the prospect of what was to happen next. She put a hand down between her legs and felt the gentle ache and the tenderness on her skin, from the men she'd accepted into her body during the night. Also, her left breast felt tender and she wondered briefly why her visitors had concentrated on one breast more than the other.
"Right hand; left tit," she chuckled to herself and even pondered if her men actually had been predominantly right-handed. "I am such a bloody academic. I can't let anything just happen; I always have to know how and why," she chuckled again.
Gus came across to her and asked quietly, "Are you right to go again?"
"Yes, thanks," she replied and quickly went over in her head the theme of this session. Toys and objects.
Lettie had little experience of toys or object-play in sex. Bertrand had no interest and even objected when she occasionally used a small vibrator on herself, as if it diminished his manhood to have his woman please herself. She's often wondered how it would feel to have objects invade her body, so long as she could be in control. She'd heard some horror stories of perforated organs and prolapsed vagina or rectum. In fact, her experience was so slight, and Bertrand so unadventurous, that she wondered if men really knew what to do.
Gus looked over at her from the doorway and nodded. She nodded back and reached across to the clock as a stranger came into her room. Gus and Suzie quickly and quietly retreated behind their screen-wall.
The young man still wore his briefs and she noticed the bulge, and the strain on the stretch fabric as he walked. He came to her and leaned over to give her sweet little kiss on her lips. Not lingering, not deep; just a quick brush of his lips, as if to test out the ground. With no delay, he put his right hand on her stomach and moved it down to her mound. She moved her hips upwards slightly to meet his touch and with excitement. He pressed his hand between her thighs and she opened them enough for him to place his palm over her lips and clitoris. He pressed the flat of his hand against her opening and let his middle finger move up between the labia. She was wet already and he felt it.
"Close your eyes and spread out your arms," he said, not as an instruction but a suggestion with which she agreed, so she did. He bent down over her mound and kissed her pubic hair, and then ran his tongue down into the crack and brushed it against her clitoris. From nowhere, as if by a magic trick, he brought something soft and cool against her lips. He pressed it into her and she opened before it.
"It's a vibrator," she thought, "No it's not, it's softer than that."
He pressed it further and it settled inside her vagina, with no sensation of stretching or fullness. He lay down next to her on the bed and reached over her with his other arm to play gently with her breasts. He kissed her breasts and her shoulder and into her throat, and slowly over her face and eyelids and her forehead. She was revelling in the attentions and the sweetness of his approach, and she forgot the thing inside her.
But only for a moment; she became aware of it swelling inside her and wondered what it was. He pumped with one hand whilst he carried on kissing her face and so to her lips, and then a full kiss between her lips and onto her tongue. He knew how to kiss her as she enjoyed: his tongue played around her back teeth and stroked the roof of her mouth. She wanted to raise her arms to grasp him but sensed that he didn't want it, so she resisted the temptation. He continued with his probing of her mouth and throat whilst, all the time, the thing inside her swelled and filled her.
He continued pumping and she began to feel totally filled and slightly stretched, so that her bladder felt full and her rectum began to pulse, as if to empty. She squirmed a little and made a soft sound in her throat, hoping he'd know what she meant. He seemed to and moved his body down the bed until he face was against her mound. He licked around her labia and pressed his tongue into the crease where the object was bulging. He pressed on the outer end of the object, and forced it slightly into her with just the force of his tongue. Even so, it felt as though he were thrusting an arm into her; so tight did she feel. She murmured again and shifted her body a little, as if to say, "I'm not comfortable."
He made no gesture of understanding and certainly no relaxation of the pressure he was forcing into her. He kept licking and urging on her clitoris until she felt the beginnings of an orgasm. She was being burst and excited at the same time. She'd heard of this double sensation and now she let it happen to her, as the orgasm started to move around her torso and eventually settled in her groin, with her breasts tingling at the same time. She brought her hands to her breasts and held herself, squeezing herself as the climax washed over her. Her breath came in short bursts as she felt unable to make a full inhalation because of the pressure in her abdomen from the inflated thing in her. She subsided into her usual quiet semi-slumber and spread out her arms again, as he moved up the bed towards her face and kissed her again.
She wondered if that were the end of his visit, "Nice but not so good for him and a bit limited, really. Is that the end?" she thought.
Again, he had a surprise for her. The thing inside her was shrinking and he was pulling on it, so that it slipped slowly out of her. She opened her eyes to see what it was but looked straight into his and he wagged his head.
"Eyes closed," he said and she did so. He withdrew the thing from her completely, and bent his head to kiss her labia and the inside of her thighs. She felt very relaxed and satisfied, and he put both arms under her left side and rolled her onto her stomach. She brought her arms together and rested her head on her wrists.
He kissed around her waist and down her buttocks, and opened her legs again with one hand, which she did and helped him. It occurred to her that he may be going for the anal treatment on her.
"Thought he'd finished. Is he starting again?" she wondered to herself, "Well, anal's never been that good but let's see what he can do for me."