Sex toys (2 identical rabbit vibes (I immediately wanted one when I saw the double pleasure it provided in and out), a fat ass dildo that seemed way too thick for any pussy, and a strap-on given by my sister… who pointed out it could be for the bride to use on her husband).
Accessories (fur-lined handcuffs, a selection of lubes, rechargeable batteries, and scented candles (my gift… I was the boring one in the group)).
I grabbed one of the rabbit vibes and checked it out. It was long, it was cute and it had a variety of speeds and sensations. I tried it out (only on my wrist) and fell in love. I immediately knew I needed one of these.
I asked, “How much does one of these cost?”
Emily, an old high school friend, who I only saw maybe once a year, joked, “What, Laura? Hubby not giving you any?”
I joked, “I think I may have cobwebs down there.”
A girl I didn’t know asked, “Let me guess. He’s worried about hurting the baby if he fucks you.”
“Yep,” I nodded. I’d seen an ultrasound display on Playboy TV once proving that no matter how big the guy was, there was no way his cock was ever going to touch the baby’s womb (even though they might be close neighbors), but as usual, Dwayne wasn’t buying it because I was a woman and only men understood science, so what did I know.
“And have you been super horny lately?” she asked.
“I’d fuck any guy willing to pound me,” I responded… not even sure I was joking at the moment.
Jamie said, “It’s yours Laura, I sure don’t need two.”
Sarah, another high school friend, argued, “One for your nightstand and another for your purse.”
“You keep one in your purse?” I asked.
She smiled, “A smaller one, but yes… ‘always be prepared’ is my motto.”
My sister added, “That could be a very profitable line of mini toys for women.”
“I’d buy some,” someone added.
“Could be a whole new slogan for MasterCard’s ‘never leave home without it’,” I added, still holding onto the extra toy.
We kept joking and talking sex all night, only enhancing my horniness… everyone knowing I was going to be using my new toy the minute I was in the bedroom.
Once back at Anna’s, I waddled to the bedroom, as Anna went to have a shower (she always had a hot shower before bed… weird, but true). I got partly undressed, the pantyhose way too much work to get off, got onto the bed, turned on the rabbit vibe and moved it to my fevered pussy. I figured I would just have it buzz on the outside of my panties and pantyhose and that would be enough to trigger my long delayed orgasm.
Yet, although I got the toy to my pussy, I soon dropped it between my thighs, and my huge fucking belly was in the way of retrieving it.
I piled the pillows up so I could sit up higher, hoping I could lean forward enough to pick it up, but it was still out of my reach. Out of frustration, I swore, “For fuck’s sake.”
Apparently I was too loud, because my sister rushed in, only in bra and pantyhose (I noticed she wasn’t wearing any panties), her huge tits begging to fly free in all their bounteous glory, and asked, “Laura, what’s wrooooong…”
She drew out the last word endlessly as she stared at me.
I was too horny to be embarrassed as I admitted with extreme frustration, “My belly’s so huge I can’t even fucking fuck myself.”
Anna had tears in her eyes as she sympathized, “I don’t know whether to laugh or cry.”
“Me either,” I said, my legs spread open, the toy buzzing uselessly against my leg.
Anna came to me, looking amused and then surprised me with, “Want some assistance?”
“Pardon?” I asked, not sure I could have heard her correctly.
Anna moved onto the bed and grabbed the vibrator. Looking deep into my eyes, she softly said the most exciting words I’d heard in a long time, “I can fuck you.”
I replied, without even thinking about it, my need to come overriding any future consequences, “Yes, please.”
She laughed. “So polite,” as she moved her hands to my pantyhose clad crotch and ripped a hole.
“Aren’t these expensive?” I asked.
“Desperate times call for desperate measures,” she joked.
“Oh these are definitely desperate timmmmmmmes,” I answered, as she tugged my panties aside and slid the buzzing toy inside me.
“Oh yes, fuck me,” I moaned instantly, deciding I was going to enjoy this. “Oh God, don’t stop,” I moaned. “I’ve needed this for so long.”
“Oh yes, you’re fucking soaking wet,” Anna correctly observed, pumping the vibe in and out of me.
“I know, your dirty strap-on talk, all the sex talk at the party, and kinky presents had me overheating… besides the fact that these days I’m always hot and sweaty,” I said, between moans.
“Maybe I should get my strap-on and give you the good hard fucking you need,” Anna said, surprising me.
I think she was kidding, but I leapt! “Go get it.”
“Seriously?” she asked, making it clear that she had been kidding.
“You can’t offer something like that to a pregnant woman in heat and not back it up,” I countered, the toy now buzzing merrily away in me but not moving.
“I can be a little dominant once I’m wearing the strap-on,” she warned, actually considering doing it.
“I want you to treat me like any of the women you dominate,” I said, finding the idea utterly thrilling.
“You sure?” she questioned, giving me one last chance to back out.
“Yes, you figured out I was a submissive, and now I want you to use me like one,” I offered, the desire to make my lesbian incest fantasy come true suddenly moving to top priority in my bucket list.
To my surprise, she pulled the toy out of me and ordered, “No coming yet.”
“Please hurry,” I pleaded in utter desperation… the need to cum my only coherent thought.
I lay there horny… but now savouring the anticipation of certain release … I was finally going to get fucked.
I lay there amazed… my beautiful sister was going to be the one to fuck me.
I lay there hopeful… maybe, just maybe by some miracle she would take total control and treat me like a born slut.
I lay there leaking… my recent, twisted, wonderful, lesbian incest fantasy about to come true.
Anna returned wearing only a strap-on and the pantyhose, looking absolutely gorgeous… as I finally got to see those huge fucking tits in all their naked glory for the first time in years.
“Ready to be fucked?” she asked, leaning against the doorway in a sexy pose.
“Long past ready,” I answered, before adding, “now get over here Ms. Plumber, I have some rusty pipes that need flushing.”