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“I know a part of you wants to fight…” I said working my one hand between’s Riva’s cheeks, the other through her long curls. “…and a part of you hates yourself for wanting this so much.”

                Riva shuttered, looked back at me with that pretty blue –eyed gaze and a soft whisper of ‘yes’ escaped her thin lips. She then faced forward and pushed her ass back to the six-inch rubber cock I wore.

                “There’ll be no turning back,” I whispered, wriggling forward even more.

                As my crotch tickled my girlfriend’s silky ass, the quick heat rose through me as it had the many times we had been in this position. I steadied myself by sighing deep and pushing my big tits against Riva’s bare back. With more experienced lovers I had engaged in dildo-ing plenty, even receiving my share, but Riva’s ass was virgin. That thought, as well as the ten years between us, had me gritting my teeth as I lay into her freckled back hard and my pussy flooded even more at the other end of this strap-on.

                “Oh yah…” my girlfriend moaned as I circled the tip of my lubed finger into her hole and she lifted up on her right side.

                “Easy honey, easy,” I said, slowly working in and out of her puckered skin. “Easy, easy, easy.”

                “Oh God,” Riva huffed, and on the fourth retreat I popped my finger from Riva’s anus altogether and grabbed her left cheek hard.

                “We’ll just spread you a little more,” I said, releasing her hair.

I had to be firm here, impress upon Riva that I was in control, but at the same time not hurt her. My girlfriend had pleaded with me to go this extra step and I had waited, plying my time, until her desire nearly dripped from her pointy heavy breasts, pooled between her long legs. She had to want this, like she had never wanted anything in her life, since a good ass-fucking (and all I ever give is a good ass-fucking) would be like nothing she had ever felt, let alone dreamed.

        “This is your last chance…” I said, my hot breath tickling her neck. “…we can stop if you…”

                Actually, I doubted I could.

                “Na…” Riva started. “…I…no, I want…I want this. Please.”

                I held the rubber cock with one hand, feeding the front tip between Riva’s spread ass with the other. Her body was involuntarily stiffing as I thought she might, so I held firm, my left fingers clutching her cheek spread as I guided the dildo with my right through the tight cool canal. Up I climbed, my hips slowly humping, just on the edge of her pruned virgin place;

                “Okay,” I said and pushed forward. “It’s time.”

Riva smushed her face full into the pillow. Whether she was hiding her shame at an act she had once thought taboo but now desired, or whether she was muffling cries of slight pain, I didn’t know. God knew my first time many years ago with my ex Nancy I had felt pain; I just hoped the discomfort for Riva would be minimal.

        This really did get easier the more you did it.

        “Ah, Oh God De,” she moaned as I pushed deeper. I stopped enough to reposition my wet clit across the back of the fake six inches.

                “AH AH!” she screamed as I retreated the tip just inside her anus. “That, that’s…”

                “I know,” I said. “Going in is bad, but coming out can even be more intense.”

                Again I kissed her neck as I fell forward and up into her. I was suddenly aware of how hot I really was, not just horny and turned-on as I had been all during our night together: Riva flashing her long thighs under that tight black dress; those fat kisses in the car on the way to the office party; her strong hands squeezing my double D’s as we lay in the bath together; Riva looking up at me under her brown bangs and asking for the strap-on.

                “If it gets too much just tell me,” I said and with that I pushed up and in, lying so high I actually balanced my candy-colored mound on top of Riva’s quivering ass. I’d give ground if Riva really needed me to, but as this dildo was only six inches, and I was going as slow as I could, I was hoping she could at least take this without protest (God knew, if she got used to this, I’d want to get out my eight inch!)

                “Go… good-bye,” I whispered to no one in particular as I pushed once again to lie fully across Riva’s back.

        I had the distinct impression Riva and I’d become used to these position pretty well after tonight.

                 A DILDO? OH CHRIST JOELLLLLLLLLLL, Jesse held the single key on the third row as she pulled her pink thong an inch further down her thick thighs with her free hand.

                 YES, AND IT’S GONNA BE A THICK ONE, Joel’s words scrolled across her screen, I MEAN, LENGTH IS IMPORTANT, BUT I THINK THICKNESS IS WHAT REALLY COUNTS

ARE YOU SERIOUS!!? I’M NOT SURE I COULD TAKE THAT! I’M NOT EVEN REALLY SURE I’VE SEEN ONE UP CLOSE

TIME TO USE YOUR NEW PO BOX, I’LL OVERNIGHT IT TO YOU AFTER I BUY IT TOMORROW

         Jesse undulated her downy hips, tickling her index finger between her engorged lips. The towel she had put on her white leather chair was soaked; she looked down at her little tits and sighed at the pink nipples, aching to touch them if she could just get her hands off the keyboard or her clit.

         OK, OK. DESCRIBE IT MORE.

         She had the tip of her right index finger almost snaked into herself. For all she had played with Joel in the past three months, she knew he was deadly serious about sending her a dildo through the mail. And though the two twenty year olds had never met, hadn’t even exchanged pictures, when it came to kink, Jesse knew Joel was very experienced.

        JUST TELL ME, JOEL. DECSRIBE THE DILDO YOURE GONNA BUY FOR ME, she typed.

        Ten seconds…twenty…thirty. No reply.

Another ten…ten more: where the hell was he? Jesse was aching here. She needed to know more about what that fake cock was gonna look like, what kind and color he was going to buy her, the contours, shape; how it was going to feel. It would be so sweet to imagine the thing for a few days, then getting the package…

                Where was he!?

                “Joel,” she said to her silent screen.

                “Come on baby, where are you?” she continued, circling the tip of her finger, rubbing her ass against the coarseness of the towel to get her mind off of inserting.

                Another full minute and Jesse finally removed her hand, slid most of the way up her seat, closed her legs-squashing her thong in the process-wiped her fingers on the edge of the towel and poised her both hands over the keyboard.

                ‘Mother fucker’, she screamed in her mind. ‘I need more. Joel, tell me more.’

                “Tell me!” she growled at her still silent Dell.

                She sat there, her thick inner thighs quivering and watched-as if she had no control over it-her right hand dip to her keyboard. Only a whisper away and she’d have contact. Only one movement and she’d be sending a message. God-Damned Joel would know she was now too horny for the imagined fake cock to wait for his reply, and she had always waited, letting him lead their IM-ing.

                JOEL, she typed, as she circled her crotch.

                JOEL, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU? she managed as her ass grabbed the towel.

                “PlEaSe”, she typed and said, to the empty room. “TeLlMeMoRe”

                Her small red and gray bedroom was swirling around her. It was too much! Jesse couldn’t stand it. Did she just go online and scare up a bunch of toy sites and pleasure herself to pictures of dildos? Would any of them suffice? She feared a Google search would lead her down a path of no return.

                No, she wanted Joel’s dildo, the one he was going to buy just for her. She wanted to know it, have him describe it, feel it in her mind’s eye.

                Fuck, where was he?

                Jesse plucked her hands from the keyboard, dipped her left into her lap, the right to her left breast. Pushing up, grabbing on; ticking in, sifting through; thrusting, cupping, opening and heaving the lanky girl pressed her ass deep, spread her legs, arched her back and re-read the very last words Joel had written.

        YES, AND IT’S GONNA BE A THICK ONE.

        I MEAN, LENGTH IS IMPORTANT, BUT I THINK THICKNESS IS WHAT REALLY COUNTS.

                “The tha…ikest…that…tha, tha…” Jesse said, fucking her hand and holding on to her sweaty breast.

                She came ten seconds later, biting her lip while looking down at her spread legs.

                It was a half hour later when her instant mailed chimed.

                DID YOU ENJOY IT? Joel typed.

                YOU BASTARD, Jesse managed. WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME LIKE THAT?

                YOU KNOW WHY

                Yes, Jesse did know why. Wanting something sometimes was more sinister as having. Was Joel ever even planning to send a dildo? Had it all just been a terrible tease?

                MAYBE IT’S TIME YOU GIVE ME YOUR PO BOX SO I CAN SEND….

                The words continued to scroll as Jesse turned from the screen, grabbed her jacket and shut out the bedroom light. Sufficiently satiated, her brain a’buzz with imaginings, possibilities and her plans for the night, Jesse knew that all things came to you in good time. And sometimes waiting for a thing, as she would wait for Joel’s dildo, made getting that thing all the sweeter.

        “I’ll give ya the address,” she said to her humming computer, knowing how _sweet_ it would now get for Joel. “But later, okay?”

        Jesse turned out her light and left her room.