The No Entry Club, Chapter 19 - Everybody For One Last Time

It was warm and sunny, so Suzanna and I took our cups of tea and some more fresh homemade pastries out into the garden at the back of her house. The nearest neighbour was quite a few yards away and not normally able to see into Suzanna's garden so we felt quite safe in going outside, me with nothing on and Suzanna wearing only her red straps. We sat on her wooden garden bench and let the late afternoon sun play on our skin, holding hands, chatting about nothing very much and occasionally nibbling the other person's ear. We stood up and wandered to the back of her garden and looked over the fence at the rural scenery. Behind us was the rest of Tiverton and in front of us was the rest of Devon - picture-postcard grassy and earthy fields, green woodland and the dark narrow strips of Devon hedgerows marching across the landscape in front of us.Suzanna looked quite a sight as she leaned over her wooden garden fence, one foot up on the bottom crosspiece and her crossed arms resting on the top piece, the default resting position of anyone looking over a fence or wooden gate. With her ginger hair glinting in the low sunlight and naked except for her glasses and some very provocative red straps all over her torso, she looked as relaxed as Farmer Giles himself. She said she'd once been caught naked like this in her garden by the nearest neighbour, Jimmy, when he climbed a ladder to refix his guttering about fifty yards away. Apparently, he looked at her for a second or two but didn't fall off the ladder or drop the 2.7m of plastic drainpipe he was holding in one hand, he just carried on repairing his house. Neither did she cross her hands in front of herself and scoot rapidly back indoors, she just carried on doing whatever it was she was doing. He and his wife Maria still talk and chat with her just the same now as they did before, although Jimmy probably hasn't told Maria what he saw yet. And probably never will.We went back up to her bedroom, having enjoyed our break.?Do you want to try this?? she asked, holding up a strap with a further strap at each end and some in the middle as well. ?You don't have to wear the ball gag if you don't want to.??The ball gag?? I asked, not knowing what a ball gag was.?It goes in your mouth so you can't talk. You can't close your mouth either so your saliva dribbles everywhere. This strap holds your ankles back over your bottom and your knees bent, this strap goes round your neck and holds the ball gag in your mouth, and this strap holds your hands behind your back and fixed to your ankle straps. You lie on your front while the other person, or people, do things to you and you can't stop them. You can put it on just to see what it feels like. If you don't like it I'll take it off. It's clean.?I lay down on the bed on my stomach while Suzanna strapped me up. It was exceedingly uncomfortable, and she was right: I couldn't move my hands or feet, and my head was held back by the strap pulling on my ball gag and the ball gag felt like a rugby ball in my mouth. It made me leak saliva like a rainwater gargoyle on the church roof in a thunderstorm. Suzanna put her hand between my legs and pushed her finger up my vagina from the back, then squeezed my breasts which pushed out underneath my shoulders because my arms were behind my back. While I struggled, she pushed her fingers up inside me harder each time, and pinched my breasts more strongly, and even slapped my buttocks a few times. I was definitely enjoying the sex, but not enjoying the gag very much. I did feel that my sexual heat whilst being manipulated was enhanced because of my enforced immobility. The more I struggled, drooled and lost control of myself and my body, the more I enjoyed what Suzanna was doing to me.I also noticed that whilst Suzanna wasn't being 'attended to' sexually by me, her breathing was Ümraniye Escort almost as laboured as mine, and her nipples, like an indicator of horniness, were hard and long, standing out from her flat chest. I couldn't reach them, touch them or even lick them. She rubbed herself between her legs vigorously as often as she could manage and was well on her way to an orgasm of her own caused solely by her absolute control over me. Meanwhile, she went on giving me the guided tour of ball gag bondage which, on the whole, I was enjoying.And she was doing it very nicely. At the No Entry Club evenings, we were all very much gentler with each other than Suzanna had been with me, both now and that frenzied occasion a week ago when we first met. On that occasion, I was free to give as good as I got, but today I couldn't give, I could only get. And Suzanna built it up at just the right speed, watching me carefully to make sure I didn't choke or drown. Once again, my orgasm came out of left field. My eyes closed and I keeled over and jerked my way to a happy ending with attitude. While I was in the throes of mine, she finished herself off and we enjoyed ourselves together.She was right, I couldn't do anything about being prodded and groped. Good job, I liked it. What people do for fun!I had to say 'red pickle' three times before Suzanna released me. Mind you, because of the ball gag in my mouth, the first two times all I could manage to say was 'eh i-uh'. She laughed, then unstrapped me. I lay on my front and let the blood flow back into my limbs. When that was done, I rolled over to find Suzanna standing there holding another lot of straps, this time with a penis dangling from them.The straps were smooth and comfortable-looking, the penis was long, skin coloured - at least, someone's skin colour - and wrinkled with very obvious veins standing out from the shaft. There was a well-defined head on the penis with a realistic slit at the end, and the foreskin was rolled back a good inch and a half. Also, there was a tiny pair of balls sitting neatly at the base of the penis looking like they had been attached to the wrong penis at the factory - balls size S, penis size XXL.Suzanna picked it up and gave it to me to hold.?Was that what you wanted last week?? she asked, looking at me with a broad grin on her face.I'd met Suzanna for the first time last week, and we went straight from hated love rivals to unrestrained and enthusiastic bonking in the space of two cups of tea.?How did you guess?? my mouth replied before my brain could stop it.She giggled.?A girl can tell, you know.?She took it and went round behind me. Soon, I had my very own penis size XXL. When I moved or turned around it waggled in front of me. I put my hand on it and suddenly realised something I'd seen men do (well, Dave, anyway. Not sure if he counts as a man) when they had an erection. They held it in their hand, and now I knew why. We women laugh at men when this happens.?Can't keep your hand off it? Afraid it will shrink again? You don't want to forget where it is?? we cackle.But no, it's more basic than that, more mechanical. It's because when the penis is big and the owner of it moves or turns, it actually hurts a little because it is still only fixed to the body at one narrow point and the heavy penis is slow to move after the rest of its owner has moved. It needs (but doesn't have) outriggers, stays, side supports, booms, buttresses, brackets, call them what you will. The one I was now wearing was light and made of slightly rigid, slightly floppy plastic. Real ones are heavy because of flesh and blood, and a massive boner.I turned and pointed it at Suzanna who gasped dramatically, crossed her hands in front of her pussy and crossed her legs. However, she then lay on the bed on her back and waited Ümraniye Escort Bayan for me to get started. I clambered onto the bed, my enormous cock dragging its end across the sheet under me. On all fours, it nearly hung down as low as my knees, the phrase 'hung like a horse' uppermost in my mind. I approached Suzanna who was lying down waiting for me, her legs wide apart and her lips forming an orifice into which I was supposed to direct my penis. The problem was, I couldn't easily see where the end should go because my point of view was now quite far above Suzanna's pussy and the angles were wrong. And the look on her face as she contemplated that thing being shoved into her vagina was sending a warning signal to me.Dave would have shoved the whole thing up inside me only two minutes after he got home from work without so much as a 'by-your-leave' beforehand - and certainly not a 'thank you, ma'am' afterwards. And he often did this, mistaking my screwed-up face as sexual ecstasy instead of the agony without the pleasure, which is what it often was.Not every time, I'll be fair. But definitely more than once (a week).?I hope you're ready for this, Suzanna,? I called, kneeling over her and guiding the end of it towards where I hoped her lips were.?Yes, so do I!? she replied. ?Be gentle with me to begin with. I have actually had all of that inside me a few times, but I need time to, er, adapt.?She held the tip of the penis up to her lips and played with it all around her pussy, delving deeper into her vagina each time she pushed. I felt that feeling beginning to grow in me, the one where I wanted a massive cock and to ram it into her pussy. It was the same feeling I'd had last week when I actually didn't have a penis to ram with. Well, now I did, but I was going to have to be careful, unlike Dave.Note to self - stop obsessing about Dave! Yes, 'him'!! But in my defence, whenever I see a penis dragging along the bed-sheet, I do tend to think of Dave, I mean, 'him'.While she introduced the tip of my penis to her open vagina, I stayed on all fours and gently moved my hips in a short and slow pushing motion. Suzanna settled back more comfortably after a few ticks, so I assumed part one of the attempted re-entry had succeeded and it was now up to me. Keeping the short cycling motion going, I gradually pushed in a tiny bit further every four or five pushes. I felt the penis pushing back on me when I pushed in on Suzanna, but nothing when I pulled back again.Soon, however, I felt a reluctance of my penis to come back out again, as if the tip was inside her all the time now. I slowed up a lot and simply pushed in and stopped, pushed in and stopped without making my penis move inside her. Suzanna felt the change in my action, and a smile played across her face. The angle was getting a little wrong at this point. I should be lying on my front on top of her, not on all fours above her. I eased myself backwards a few inches and lowered my torso onto the bed and onto her. My penis was now better lined up with her innards, so again I slowly made the tip go into and nearly come out. Lying down like this was easier on my back, too.The 'I want a cock' feeling was growing in me again. I smiled on it and let it grow in my brain.Each time I pushed, she smiled too. And each time I pushed, the tip went in a little further, followed by more of the rest of the shaft. I could hear sucking noises, so I guessed moisture was not a problem. And I also discovered that if I put my elbows in a certain position on the mattress, my fingers were able to play with her nipples, which were hardening up nicely.She opened her legs a bit wider for me, and I felt it easier to push in a little further and a little more firmly. I had to carefully wriggle two inches up her body. Her smile Escort Ümraniye widened.?You're in, Stella. You won't hurt me now. Push if you like.?I felt an orgasm beginning to grow inside me. Not like my usual ones, this one had a penis attached to it. It was focussed on just one place on my body, not all over it. It was technically outside my body. It was a very strange experience, but I let it grow and grow.As it grew, so did my work in Suzanna. The penis had started off massive and was going to stay that size - I had to compensate and make it grow in a different way, both for me and for Suzanna, whose smile now stretched from ear to ear. As my penis orgasm grew, I increased the speed and depth of my pushes. Suzanna's body began to move with my movements and the movement of the penis inside her. Up and down the bed by just an inch or two, then two inches, three and four inches as my pushes became thrusts and my thrusts became shoves.Suzanna had her fingers in two places. One hand rubbed her clitoris at the top of her pussy and the other hand tweaked and twisted one of her nipples. My 'I want a cock' feeling was dominating me now, and I had to twist myself a little so I could use some different abdominal muscles for a few minutes.I stopped and pulled my penis out. Suzanna sensed my discomfort and went up on all fours, presenting her bottom to me like a submissive woman to her master, though I didn't say that out loud. With a feeling of great relief, I straightened up on my knees and pushed my penis inside her again, quite hard, and kept thrusting.The change in position brought a change for both of us. A new series of spots being hit for Suzanna, and thrusts in a different direction for me. Also, I could lean forward a bit, rest on her back and put my hands on both her long stiff nipples at once.?Harder, Stella, harder!?I did, and soon both our bodies were rocking forwards and backwards with each shove, faster and faster, deeper and deeper. Suzanna began pushing her bottom backwards when I pushed forwards. She began to moan and pant at the same time. It wouldn't be long now, before ... ahhh, here it comes.My 'I want a cock' feeling burst its banks and I shoved really hard and fast. Suzanna heaved herself backwards each time. My penis orgasm spread like wildfire from outside my pussy into my body and straight to my brain, and simultaneously Suzanna began shaking and spasming. She flopped forward onto the bed, and I fell sideways also onto the bed and we lay there, shaking and gasping for breath.My penis was still half inside her while we recovered ourselves. I gently withdrew it and unstrapped myself from it and looked at it. The head and most of the shaft were very sticky with Suzanna's gooey juices.I rolled onto my back, opened my legs and slid the penis in as far as it would go. My vagina opened up for it very easily, helped by my own orgasm and the copious amount of Suzanna's lubrication smeared all up the shaft. She saw her chance, got into position over me and strapped my penis round her waist. She applied it to me as I had done to her. The penis was bigger than Dave's, I mean, 'his' ever got so I didn't know quite what was going to happen next. It went in a little, then she withdrew it and helped me up into the doggie position she had just been in.I felt the ridged shaft slide right into me. I felt the sides of the penis rubbing in and out of my lips and I felt the tip of it with its rolled-back foreskin sliding up and back right in the centre of my being, almost like it was coming up into my stomach and meeting those pastries we'd eaten earlier. I watched Suzanna's face as she drove her penis into my wide-open pussy time and time again. The penis grew in my mind until it had completely taken over every thought I had ever had. All the while, her eyes flickered closed then open again, her breathing got more and more ragged and her smile metamorphosed into a manic grin. I watched her as the 'I want a cock' feeling shifted from me to her. She started to grunt with the effort and the perception of what having a penis must be like, or at least as much as we women can manage.