Beaches and Cream (8 page)

“God, Mand…” she sighed. You are absolutely delicious! Here we go now….”

And with that, she pulled firmly down on my belligerent nipples, forcing my body down onto the plug beneath me. My poor nipples cried out in pain as my sphincter stretched around the widest girth of the oily stone.

I absolutely wailed. My body confused by pain and pleasure from every direction. But Veronica did not relax her dominance. My poor tits throbbed as my bottom convulsed and struggled in vain against the unrelenting fat piece forcing it open. I tried to breathe, but Veronica halted my breath and my wailing with her mouth. Her kiss was deep and warm and hungry, as if she did truly find me delicious. My open mouth was a welcoming receptacle for her sweet lips, and then for her tongue. I thought I would faint from this overload of sensation. Rough hands tugging at my tender tits while sweet kisses the flavour of peaches poured into my mouth. At last, my violated bottom finally conceded its forced dilation over the torturous bulb of the tulip. The tender ring flexed wider than it had ever been, before closing tightly around the plug's narrow base. All sense of pain left me. I was left awash with a hallucinogenic pleasure. The fat tulip was deep in my rectum, and my convalescing anus clutched and puckered greedily at the stem.

But that thick, invasive bulb had another effect, and I felt Veronica's lips smile against mine as that effect took hold—just as she new it would. The fat tulip behind left little room for the two droning eggs in my front. In the crowded sheath of my over-stimulated vagina, the plug, separated only by the silky vellum between, squeezed the balls forward. In the limited space, the undulation of the spheres was no longer subtle. Instead, they settled firmly into my constricted pleasure duct. They settled in right against my g-spot. And I knew they were going to make me cum. It felt like when Veronica had massaged me there with her fingers—but much deeper now. Much more intense. And totally unrelenting. The fat plug in my ass drove the balls into my g-spot; and the buzzing, throbbing spheres did the only thing they could do. My thighs began to tremble in the onslaught of orgasm, as the heat rose through me to my chest, my cheeks, and to the very top of my head. My cunt and my rectum tried in vain to contract. But they succeeded only in squeezing tightly around the solid, bulbous items that were forcing them open and causing of all of this pleasure. My mind turned to mush and yet again I thought I would pass out in front of Veronica. Her fingers finally released my nipples and sweet relief washed over me as the orgasm took hold. Veronica held me as my own arms went limp. I had no control left over my own body. My head lolled and my eyes rolled. My body convulsed uncontrollably, as my mouth uttered part swears and meaningless, disconnected syllables.

“Ohhh….fuuuu…..Veron….nnnn…..Nnnuuuuhhh……Uhhhhh……” spouted from between gritted teeth and snarling lips.

Because the balls couldn't budge and wouldn't stop buzzing, I could not stop cumming. I was incapable of anything else. The wave of orgasm took hold and left my useless body shuddering in Veronica's arms. Every time I thought the wave would dissipate, every time I thought I was about to be set free, to come back down, to regain some semblance of dignity—the balls kept up their buzzing and the plug wedged them tightly against the walls of my convulsing cunt so that another storm of orgasm came crashing down upon me. Three times I thought I was spent. And three times my own body decided I was not. Wrapped in Veronica's arms, bathed in sweat and her kisses, my fluttering rectum and my swollen cunt churned through orgasm after orgasm after orgasm until I simply thought I would die.

At last Veronica reached for the little oblong controller and commanded the demonically buzzing balls to rest. I slumped forward, my gelatinous body divested of all its will and dignity. And still my inflamed private parts pulsed and throbbed against the devilish baubles inside them, as the endless waves of orgasm finally ebbed away.

My legs sagged open and Veronica knelt between them as if in prayer, looking up into my slackened face.

“Oh, Mand…” Veronica smiled, shaking her head in disbelief. “You should have seen how incredible you looked. Didn't I tell you it would be beautiful?”

“I…..I thought I was going to die….” I whispered, attempting a weak smile.

“It's wonderful to let go like that…and so healthy for you. Just to let all the stress and tension out of you. Nothing like orgasm therapy!” She laughed, leaning forward to kiss me upon my heart, directly between my breasts.

“I've never been a big believer in secrets, Mand,” she said, suddenly more serious. “I believe in truth and honesty. And I hope I've raised Tia to feel the same. So there is something I should probably tell you.”

My heart leapt into my throat and my stomach vaulted. I just knew she was about to tell me that she'd told Tia all about what we did together.

“I heard you and Tia talking on the veranda. And I know that she told you about the relationship I had with your father.”

My heart settled in my chest. If that was all she had to say, at least it would clear the air.

“And that's true,” she continued, running her hands over my exhausted thighs, her touch making me aware of the sex toys still buried deep within me. “But I didn't leave your dad for Claudio…..” she sighed, her eyes dropping. “I left him….for your mother. Margaret and I were lovers.”

It took a moment for the words to take shape in my mind. She looked up slowly. And by the time her eyes reached mine, the words had also sunk in.

“What the fuck, Veronica!” I exclaimed, my mind reeling from shock and indignity. “Are you just fucking your way through my entire fucking family!!?”

I tried to stand, but I didn't get very far. I was locked firmly in place by the heavy plug in my ass, anchored firmly to the alabaster chair. I tried again, but my bottom was clenched around the jade stem and would not relent to spread past the broad bulb just above it. I struck my fists on my bare thighs in frustration. My own tension making it even less likely that I could ever slacken that muscular tube, ease the tulip out, and stand up to Veronica.

“Please don't be angry, Mand,” Veronica implored, her eyes searching mine. “None of this was ever supposed to happen! Not like this. That's why I needed to tell you. You mustn't think this is some sort of diabolical plan or plot.”

“But what do you expect me to think!!?” I bellowed. The full indignity of her bulbous toys still inside me, mooring me to the heavy rock beneath my buttocks, caused the colour to rush to my face.

“I told you on the beach: I like who I like. And my affection is never false. But I cannot rewrite the rules when my affection is reciprocated. Please understand…”

My heart beat faster now, my whole body tingling with disbelief. “What I understand is that this is some sort of sick little competition for you to see how many successive members of my family you can get into bed! My mother was right to warn me about you! And I can assure you that I'll be warning my own children!”

She was still touching me. Trying to assuage my anger. Not allowing my distaste to dissuade her. “Mand, haven't you enjoyed being with me? This holiday? Everything we've done together? Haven't I brought you pleasure and happiness?”

“Yes!! Yes, Veronica! That's just it! I've done things with you that I've never done in my life. And I loved it!! But I wish I'd known that you'd been dispensing the same to two generations of…….of……uhhhhh….”

Veronica's imploring eyes had never left mine. But her hand had craftily located the oblong controller and switched it on. The vulgar spheres in my cunt leapt back to life—buzzing faster and throbbing harder than they had before. A surge of rage welled up inside me. Why wouldn't she take me seriously!? Did she think I was some sort of fuck toy to be switched on and off!? But, maddeningly, shamefully that hot flush of anger had the accompanying effect of intensifying my arousal.

I stammered, “You can'…. Veronica…… Lisss….listen…..”.

“Please don't be angry, darling,” she pleaded. “I only want to make you happy….”

Her hands slid between my legs and her fingers became immediately wet with the flow of syrup that had barely stopped since I'd collapsed in orgasm only a short time before. She put her fingers to her lips and suckled my nectar from them.

“An angry girl wouldn't make all this sweetness just for me, would she?” Veronica teased.

“Nnnnnnn…..” I struggled through gritted teeth, as a fresh bolt of resentment crackled through me. “Not fair…” I spat. I tried to rise again, but my pussy was already contracting toward orgasm. And all those tightening muscles would never set me free from my stone ballast.

“If I've brought you but a fraction of the happiness you've brought to me, then I have no shame. Because you've made me so happy here.” She raised up on her knees to kiss my lips and then my neck.

My eyes were already closing. My head drooping. Through slitted eyes I watched one of her hands slip back down between my legs and become immediately saturated with the copious fluid found there. My clit popped out like a gooey sweet from my swollen, orgasmic pussy. And Veronica began to swirl her thumb rhythmically over the glistening pink pearl.

“Ohhhhh…..fuuuuuuuck…..” My words dwindled away into a groan.

Her thumb kept swirling. Easily. Almost lazily. She reached behind me to her table, embracing me and kissing me as she did so. She settled back into place, resuming the position on her knees. Through my sex-addled haze, I saw she held something in her hand. A smooth, black teardrop—a little larger than a golf ball. She shook it once, and it began to hum. Again, and it purred a little faster. And one more time. She lowered the narrow end of the buzzing tear to my clit, focusing all of its happy humming straight to the little cap of all my pleasure. All my pleasure, all my joy, all my disgust, and all of my insane and inexhaustible lust imploded with the power of a dying star. My cunt trying to squeeze the life out of the vivacious balls inside it. The balls, in turn, pressed up against the peristaltic walls by the fat plug trapped in my ass. And all that pulsing and squeezing and throbbing unbearably exaggerated by Veronica's busy buzzing against my clit.

The shuddering began again, and this time I knew I would pass out. I spat out waves of obscenities attached to Veronica's name until those words turned to incomprehensible noise. Little black spots flashed before my eyes as the super nova of my orgasm exploded through my body, leaving me reeling in a red haze. Tears welled up and then spilled from my eyes as I wailed through the pleasure and joy and shame and rage subsuming my quaking body and tearing me apart all at once.

When I came too, I was crying. When my wracked and depleted body could feel again, when I could make sense of my surroundings, when the synapses in my brain began to reconnect—I found I was sobbing uncontrollably into Veronica's shoulder. She'd removed her vibrator from my clit, and held me in her arms. She pressed me into her bosom, whispering soothing words into my ear, her hands stroking my back. My pussy throbbed painfully, abused with pleasure, while my confused rectum slowly ceased spasming around its serene intruder. I hadn't even known my own body was capable of these things. These sensations. These emotions. So much lust and joy. So much frustration and rage. I wanted to tell Veronica, but I was long past the use of speech. Consumed with pleasure and rage and so much confusion, I wept openly. Through it all, Veronica held me and kissed me and caressed me. And strangely, even without words, I felt like she understood.

Veronica got me to relax and breathe deeply, just as she had done before. I pushed gently and the jade bulb popped free from my once-virgin rectum, to sit atop the alabaster dais as glossy and unassuming as it did upon my naïve arrival. I followed Veronica like a dazed puppy as she led me back across the room to the expansive bed. Wordlessly, she eased first one and then the other of the now-silent spheres from my exhausted vagina, before covering me with the light, summer duvet. She brushed her hand through my hair and kissed my forehead. And within moments I'd plunged into a deep and welcome sleep.

Of course I forgave Veronica. I simply couldn't justify my indignity. Of course I would never admit to my mother that I knew what she and Veronica had done. But I was in absolutely no position to judge. After all, she had done exactly the same things to me. And I'd loved it. Even craved it. I invented circumstances so that Veronica would have to take advantage of me and pleasure me endlessly. And why shouldn't Veronica and my mother have done exactly the same things at one time? Because they were older? Because they were mothers? Well they were neither of those things at the time. So those weren't good enough reasons not to enjoy each other's company.

I tried to stay mad at the woman who seemed to be greedily fucking her way through my family. But I couldn't. Whenever I saw her laying naked in the garden, or oiling herself by the pool, my mind would invariably wander to how that soft, strong naked body felt; or what those expert hands could be doing to me. It was more than a little frustrating to start off with eyes full of malice, thinking angry thoughts about devious sexual tactics. Only to end up gazing lustfully, flustered and gooey, thinking about glorious sexual acts. But that was who Veronica was, and my whole family had fallen for her.

“And so….how did it end? Between you and her,” I finally asked when we lolled once again upon the beach where all of this began.

“Well….I met Claudio. And I fell in love with him almost by accident. Margaret was very upset. I think she began to feel like there was something wrong with what we'd done, because I fell in love with a man. But in time, so did she—and with a good man. It was actually me who introduced her to your father. They were good together.”

She reached out and took my hand. “They must have been good together. Because they made you. But Margaret and I….we grew apart.”