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“It’s the plug. It’s not very big, so it won’t be uncomfortable,” he says. “Just breathe and push against the pressure.”

I do, and yes, a couple of gentle nudges later, I guess the well lubed toy is in.

Then I hear another squirt and feel his fingers spreading it all over my pussy. “Don’t worry, I washed my hands well from earlier.”

I chuckle, then my breaths deepen as his fingers rub and stroke me from behind. Not being able to see anything is disorienting, my arms are also very uncomfortable, and the pressure in my ass is so weird, but being restrained also heightens my senses and makes everything a bit unreal.

Joe removes his hands from by pussy and soon I feel the familiar nudge at the opening of my pussy...

Jesus Christ.

“Fuck, this is so tight,” Joe says though clenched teeth, sounds like he’s in pain. “You feeling okay?”

All I can do is whimper and nod weakly against the pillow.

He gives a slow, shallow thrust, grabbing my butt cheeks, but seeming careful about it.

I moan. It feels so good and so weird and kinda dirty, and unsettling that this turns me on so much.

“Is this good, Liz? You’re not in any pain? Uncomfortable?”

I wail, longer and louder. For some reason, the brain is not functioning well enough to form words.

“Liz, baby, you have to tell me if this is good for you,” he says, worry in his voice. He’s not moving.

I nod again. “Yes,” I finally say, weakly. “Yes. Give it to me, please. Like I asked.”

He grunts and starts to move slowly. He gets deeper and deeper, until he bottoms out, and then he picks up the pace.

It’s so much more intense like this than with just his dick in me, and the weirdness of it, the fullness of it, my inability to move, the tension in the back of my folded legs and my ass, everything’s heightened, my entire consciousness focused on where I’m being fucked. As if from a great distance I hear Joe grunting, his moans punctuated by the occasional fuck or God or baby, and my body feels less taut like a string and more like it’s been focused into my pelvis where Joe’s hips piston easily in and out of me, and I feel him so well everywhere, in all the delicious spots leading to my womb, and while I’ve never been one to easily come from just having the cock inside me, it seems like it will definitely not be an issue right now...

Joe leans forward so one of his hands is on the wall, the other one pressing between my shoulders into the mattress, and between the plug, and his dick and his balls rubbing against the front of my clit, and the tightness, so much tightness in my butt cheeks, so many different sensations and the complete lack of control, I feel the familiar tightening inside my pussy, the rise of an impending orgasm.

“Liz, baby, you think you can come like this?” I hear Joe’s pained whisper in my ear. He’s looming over me, propped against the wall, fucking me with everything he’s got.

My words of assent are muffled, desperate.

Joe spits out a string of curses as he fucks me harder, harder, his grunts primitive, two sweaty forms rubbing, grinding. I hear him plea, “Baby, you close?” like he could lose his mind, like he could die if I can’t come.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant, and I’m so close so close so close—

“Clench your pussy and ass, baby,” he says. “Clench it hard.”

I do. I do, and he rams into me once twice three times, and it works, fuck, it so fucking works, I yell like an animal as the orgasm arrives from where I never expect it, somewhere in the back of my womb, somewhere between the clit and the ass, it arrives and detonates through my pelvis.

I feel Joe jerk against me, now without rhythm, and then he bellows, “Fuck!” and falls on top of me.

We’re both panting like we’d been running, and the moment is so dreamlike and so intimate, I don’t want it to end.

Joe’s giving me much of his weight, but not so much that I can’t breathe.

Neither one of us says anything for a long time.

Finally, he speaks into my neck. “You okay? Am I squishing you?”

“Mm-mm,” I say in dissent.

“I’m not squishing you?”