The Wreckoning Chapter 9: May 1st

The Skype call rings longer than usual.  Not surprising as I was calling a few minute early today.  I figured I was waiting around anyway so better safe than sorry.  Besides, I was fucking horny!  The first few days of using the big 8 inch dildo for prolonged periods had me sore all the time, my tender pussy pink and puffy, but I had soon become accustomed to it and quickly grew to like it.  Despite getting off every single night, usually multiple times, my libido had only rocketed to even greater heights.

“Missy?”  Robyn answers.  She wasn’t sitting down, instead she was leaned in from the side.  “”You’re early.  Something wrong?”

“Hey.  No, nothing wrong.  Just bored.”

She chuckles.  “My tea isn’t even ready yet.”

“Sorry.”

She rolls her eyes but smiles.  She leaves the screen, all I can see is the back of her chair and the blank wall behind, but I can still hear her moving around.

“You should get some art for that wall.”  I suggest.

I hear her voice distant and echoing.  “You think?”

“For sure.”  I tap my fingers over my knee as I wait.  “Hey, am I on your speakers right now?”

“Nah, air pods.”  She replies as a kettle begins to whistle.  “You can’t see them because of my hair.”

“You do have a healthy head of hair.  I wish mine had body like yours.”

There is a moment’s silence then I hear her scoff.  “Ha.  Little Miss Perfect wants better hair?”

That hurt, she hadn’t called me that in quite some time now.  “Oh…uh, sorry.”  I sigh.  “I just…like your hair.  Um, should I call back or…?”

“No, it’s okay.”  A tense silence falls between us though I hear her moving about out of frame.  I stare at the screen wishing I could see her face.  At last she speaks again.  “How’s the mask holding up?”

“Oh, uh, great.  I clean it and look after it.”

“Good girl.”

Unconsciously my shoulders relax at the praise.  I was worried she was angry after the hair comment but I was still a good girl, everything was okay.

“I got the package, it’s heavy.”

“Good.”

“Hey, when you drop these off…uh…if you ever want to stick around.  Just have a coffee or tea or something.”  I offer.  “Just as Nat and Robyn, not like this.”

“Ha!  No, I don’t think so Missy.”

“Oh.  Okay.  Soooo…how was work?”

I see her peek in from the side of the frame.  “What is with you today?”

“I’m so bored!”  I laugh.  “I’m going stir crazy.  The schedule makes going out difficult so I’m usual home all the time now when I’m not at work.”

“Ha!  Welcome to my world.”  

“Your world?  Oh Robyn…”

“Shut up.”  She disappears again and shifts the topic.  “Work was fine.  The usual.”

“You work at the university don’t you.”

“Oh ho!  Clever girl!”

I giggle at my cleverness.  “It was the only explanation.  How else could you have known about Dylan’s trip so early.”

“His department can’t spend a dime without me knowing about it.”  This was the first bit of real information I’d ever gotten from her, a trust was definitely forming between us.  She suddenly appears on the screen again pointing a stern finger my way.  “Don’t you fucking dare look me up or pop by for a visit!  My private life is none of your business.”

“I won’t if you don’t want me to.”

“Good girl.”  She smiles.  “You might as well open your package.  I’ll just be a minute or two.”

“Okay.”

I open the package as Robyn does whatever she needed to do.

“What the…?”  Inside the box was a fresh supply of lubricant, a coiled black strip of anal beads, and a smooth shiny stainless steel…thing.  It was kind of reminiscent of the wooden fish bat my father kept in his fishing boat.  It was just short of a foot long and one end was fatter than the other, though both sides widened to a knobby tip, with the skinnier end having what looked like finger grip grooves.  I lift it out of the box and the thing was every bit as heavy as it looked.  If used as a billy club this thing could do some serious damage.  “What is this?”

“Expensive.”  Comes the answer.  She knew what I was referring to without even looking.  “It’s called the nJoy 11.  I saw how much you liked the glass, thought you should try steel.”

I was strangely flattered by her attentiveness.  Setting it down I turn my attention to the beads.  It was one long piece of silicone with beads of escalating girth.  The one at the tip was barely thicker than my pinky while the one near the large loop handled base was bigger than a golf ball.  The whole thing was well over a foot in length and I shuddered to think just how deep that little would have to get for the big one to go in.  Of course the toys were labeled.  D4 for the unique steel dildo and B1 for the beads.

I peruse the calendar and cannot help but notice it was becoming more complex by the month.  More special instructions and more letters added.  The B of course for the beads and there was an M in there now which I quickly surmise must meant mouth.  She had been asking me about my skills with oral just last week and I mentioned how I wished I could deep throat Dylan.  I wonder if she had added the mouth stuff or if it had always been a part of the plan.

As before the length times continued to increase peaking out at a full hour at the end.  Those would be tough, but that was a problem for later. Tonight was only 20 minutes and my body was ready to get started.  It was Pavlovian now, that distinctive sound of the skype ring as I waited for Robyn to pick up got my juices flowing.

Robyn at last settles into her seat, mug in hand.  “You ready?”

“Yep!”  I was wet and ready to rock!  I slap my baby smooth pussy and look at the paper. B1-A, D1-M, 20 minutes.  “Oh, right in with the beads then.” 

“No time like the present.”

“I’ve never…hm, this will be different.”

Fifteen minutes later I am on my back legs spread and knees tucked up to my sides with three quarters of the rubbery black beads working in and out through my back door.  Only two more beads to go but they were the biggest two.  I held the ring handle in my left hand, in my right I gripped base of the first dildo Robyn had sent me and I am thrusting 4 inches of it in and out of my mouth.  The taste and smell of silicone filled my sense.  After handling D3 so consistently D1 now seemed a funny little willy, like a miniaturized novelty version of a dildo, though try as I might I couldn’t get it deeper.

Tonight Robyn was a very active participant urging me on from the laptop.

“Come on Missy. Deeper.  You can do it.  Only two more beads.”

Pop!  I feel the next thick ball widen my sphincter then enter, my anus clenching down on the other side.  God, it was so deep now.  I could feel the flexible length twisting with the natural shape of my guts and the slender end piercing deep into places things just weren’t meant to go.  It felt so wrong, so nasty, and yet so fucking good.

“Good girl!”

“Mmmmmm!”  I moan to her welcome praise.

“Okay, take that cock deeper too.  Come on, you said you wanted to learn to deep throat.  Deep throat that dick.  That little thing is nothing.  Come on Missy, gag if you have to.”

Pop, pop, pop.  I continue to push and pull the beads from my asshole.  Pop, pop, pop.  Meanwhile I am fucking my face with 5 and half incher.

“Mmmm!  Mmmm!”  Three thrusts later I push forward and force the dildo in all the way, its head entering my throat as my lips touch its fake balls.  “GLLRGG!”  I heave and nearly wretch.  I hold it for one solid second before pulling it from my lips with a loud gasp, streamers of spit accompany the toy.  “GAH!”  I suck a breath in.  “Fuck!  I did it!”

“Good girl!  Good girl!”  She cheers.  “Again.  Come on Missy.  You’re doing so good.”

With renewed vigor I plunge the dick back into my maw while at the same time pushing the final thickest bead into my anus.  POP!

“MMMPH!”

“Yes Missy!  Yes!  Good girl!”

“Mmmmmm!”  My throat full and my ass stuffed I am taken off guard as I am hit with a sudden micro-orgasm that sends shivers up and down my body.  “MMM!”  

Not once since we started the session had I even touched my clitty or even my pussy.  I hadn’t even realized it was possible to cum like this.  Not only was the release unexpected it had a whole different dimension to it.  It was a different flavor of climax I’d never tasted before and it was delicious.  This was something entirely new!

I am still enjoying this new bliss when I hear the timer go off.

I slip D1 from my mouth.  “No, wait.  Not yet.”

“Thank you.  See you tomorrow.”

“Robyn, wait!  I need to tell you something.”  I desperately wanted to share my discovery with her.

The call ends.

“Fuck!”  I was disappointed but I couldn’t be angry.  The schedule was the schedule.