A Lacy Tale

"I feel so lazy." Rita said. She was lying propped on pillows on my sofa, one leg thrown over the sofa arm, black chiffon slithered down her leg, leaving her crotch and one enticing leg exposed. We were sipping drinks, listening to music.

"Mmm. Good feeling, isn't it?" My face was flushed slightly, and felt warm to my touch. The vodka wasn't nearly as responsible as my clit which was still throbbing from my neglect of it before dinner.

Rita sat up and crossed her legs, making the dimple beside her knee stand out. "So." She said, trying to look prim. "I remember being offered a piece of candy after dinner. I have yet to see it." She rose from her seat and walked over to me, rubbing one hand inside my robe and finding my nipple there. "This looks like a nice piece for me to suck on for a while."

I laughed and pressed her hand harder onto my breast. "Oh, you'll get that, for sure. But I have a special treat for you tonight." I stood up and let my robe fall open. "But I don't seem to be dressed for the ocassion. And, I might add, neither are you." I ran my fingers down between her breasts and over her stomach, watching the play of muscles beneath her skin, hardly shadowed by the thin material she was wearing.

"We have to dress up? Who wants to get dressed?" She grinned. "You've made me a shameless whore. I want to be naked for the rest of my life." She bounced up on her toes to make her height nearer to mine. "And I want to show you that I'm a quick learner." She leered and licked her lips.

"Nice girls always dress for the ocassion. And don't go telling me you're not a nice girl." I added before she could interrupt. I laughed. "Besides, I think you'll like wearing what the ocassion calls for."

She looked intrigued. "Hmm. I wonder if I can guess just what you're talking about."

"Why guess? Let's go look at what I've got that seems appropriate." I tweaked one of her nipples and led her to my bedroom.

My bedroom was the masterpiece of my house. While I endeavored to make the public parts of my house as coolly elegant as was befitting a lawyer who was a partner in the firm, my bedroom was my business. And in there, my business was sex.

A critical friend had once told me that my bedroom looked like it had been taken whole out of a high-priced nineteenth-century whorehouse, and I was immensely pleased with the description. The room was huge - it had originally been the family room of the house. The walls were painted a deep burgundy red. The curtains were velvet, as were the coverings of the wing-back chairs and the coverlet on the bed. The wood was deep cherry with brass fittings. The bed was oversized, bigger than a king. There were times when I felt very friendly indeed and had a few of my closest friends in it with me. The posts of the headboard and footboard rose almost to the ceiling and formed a frame, from which the bed-curtains suspended, tied back at the corners, making the bed almost a room unto itself when they were closed. A tree grew in an enormous brass jug in the corner, dappling the light which illuminated the room from behind it. My closet covered almost one entire wall, and the doors were mirrored. An alcove with a balcony facing the woods behind the house stood opposite the closet, and a bourdoir and bathroom led off from the side. It was totally dedicated to my pleasure, and many nights had been spent here with the sound of happy sighs and groans. Just being in my bedroom was enough to get me in the mood.

One man, when upon invitation to my home had found me naked, spread eagled on the bed with a look of eager lust on my face, had told me that just walking into the room had given him an instant hard-on. I like to take some credit for that, but the room helped too.

"Wow. What a room!" Rita said. She laughed excitedly and threw herself on the bed. "This is heaven. Some day you're going to tell me about all of the wicked things I just know you have done in here."

"Who wants to talk about them? Let's do them." I rummaged in a wardrobe in my closet. "Come here. Let's see what we have for Lovely Rita to wear."

She jumped up and ran to me, her breasts bobbing. When she saw what I had in my hands she squealed with delight. "Oh god, I've always wanted one! Where did you get it? Hurry up, let's put it on. And cinch it tight. Is it the kind that pushes your boobs up? I want them to look huge." She stopped herself suddenly and blushed. "Gee, I talk too much, don't I?"

"Oh ho, let out another of your secrets, huh?" I laughed at her, not unkindly. "Why be ashamed of what you want? We are in this to do nothing but feel good. I'll tell you my secrets if you tell me yours. Deal?"

"Deal." She grinned and then hid her face in her hands for a moment, like a little girl. "Lace me up and I'll tell you."

"Well, you should put on your undies first, don't you think? Stockings... panties - oh, don't look disappointed, they're crotchless!... garters or garterbelt? Garters? Okay..." I went through drawers looking for the items I needed as Rita talked.

"Well, I know I have big tits. I always have. You know, it's weird. The thought of me having big tits turns me on. When I was in high school the guys used to sort of make fun of me but I knew that they liked looking at them, and imagining what they were like, and they wanted to get their hands on them." At this her hands moved up to those same breasts so many high school boys had jerked off while thinking about. She caressed herself through her robe, lightly scratching her nipples.

"The thought of how big they were started to excite me, too. I used to, you know, rub myself off and imagine that my tits were huge, and that guys would do anything to suck on them. I would have done just about anything to make my tits get bigger and bigger. I got to a D-cup and they stopped, which I guess is really a good thing, but sometimes I like to imagine if they were even bigger, like those girls who dance in bars and stuff." She snorted, and then laughed. "I'd probably break my back if my boobs were any bigger. Weird how I can get turned on by tits, isn't it? I mean, especially my own tits."

"Your tits sure turn me on." I said. "How about mine? They're not as big as yours, do you like them?" I looked around at her, smiling.

"Yes, definitely." She moved up behind me and cupped one of them in her hand as I stretched up to reach to the shelf in the closet. "I wonder..." she whispered in my ear, standing on her tiptoes, "I wonder what it would be like to run one of those hard little nipples over my clit?" She shuddered slightly.

"Ooo. That's a nice idea." I rubbed my ass against her for a moment as she fondled my breast. "But we still have to get dressed."

"Oh yes." Rita eyed the items in my hand. "Stockings first? Panties first?"

"Panties first." I marched her over to the bed. "And crotchless panties for you from now on. Like the saying goes, 'if you've got a Picasso, you might as well frame it.'"

She stepped into the panties, and the tiny strings holding them together hugged her hips snugly. Her curly black bush showed shiny and black against their white satin. Next came the shining silk stockings, smooth as her skin, glittering with just a touch of gold. The garters holding them up were frothy white lace. I retrieved her shoes from the living room, as my shoes were too large for her. Their black patent went well with the white leather corset I held in my hands, embellished with pale blue silk bows and tiny golden rosettes. I stood behind Rita and handed the corset to her, and she pressed it to her front, adjusting her big tits into the cups. I pulled it around her and laced it loosely, drawing the laces in x-shaped patterns as I had been taught by an extremely stern lady a number of years before.

"Ready?" I asked, when the lacing design was finished.

"Ready for what?" Rita asked, looking at me over her shoulder.

"To tighten this thing up." I said.

"Sure! What do I do?"

"You ever see 'Gone With The Wind'?" I asked, giggling to think of Rita as Miss Scarlett and myself as Mammy.

"Yeah... oh, the part where she puts on her corset!" Rita laughed. "Okay!" She grabbed onto the bedpost and I heard her expel her breath.

I pulled the corsets of the lace as tightly as I could, and then eased off on them a bit. I quickly tied them in a bow knot and stepped back to admire my work.

Rita turned around to look at me with delight in her face, and then peered down at her body. Her black hair tumbled about her shoulders, framing her face with her lively, sparkling eyes and full red lips. Her tawny skin shone against the white leather of the corset, and its cinching accentuated her ample curves. Her breasts pushed against the leather, and formed perfect half-moons above its cups. Her body was a perfect hourglass, heavy, ripe, luscious tits curving down to a small waist and blossoming into full, swaying hips. Her legs flowed like honey into her high-heeled shoes.

"Just a couple of finishing touches." I said, and went back onto my closet and opened a drawer. From there I took a white velvet choker and tied it around her neck. I led her to my dressing table in the bourdoir and sat her down in the chair in front of the mirror. I combed her shining black hair and piled it on her head, fixing it there with a golden clasp. A few wispy strands fell over her forehead and down the back of her neck, accentuating its curve.

"It's my turn now." I smiled at her in the mirror, just as I had done earlier that day in the bathroom mirror in my office. That seemed like years ago, now. That woman, crying and embarassed, now stood radiant in my bedroom, getting up to prance in front of the mirrors on my closet doors.

"Oh yes." She ran her hands over her breasts and down to her waist. "This must be some suprise I have coming, if I get to wear this when I receive it. Or is this the suprise?" She turned this way and that, admiring her body in the mirror.

"Oh no. The suprise is yet to come. So to speak." I giggled. "What do you think of this?" I held out my corset to her, a severe one in a shiny, rubbery plastic, with no decorations. Steel gromets held the leather thong laces.

She fingered the stuff of which the corset was made. "Wow, this must feel weird when you have it on." She took it from my hands and admired it. "If I had this on I would sweat all over the place. That would feel good, wouldn't it? All sweaty and slippery..." She handed it back to me. "Put it on. I want to see it."

"Yes, ma'am." I showed her how to lace it up once I had it around my body, and she did just as instructed. Outfitted in this, with the thigh boots, my auburn hair wound into a french twist behind my head, and my silver charm shining around my neck, I stood with her in front of the mirror.

"We look like a couple of angels." I said. "And me the fallen one." I grinned.

"So now that we are dressed for the ocassion..." Rita started.

"Now you get your suprise." I looked at her. "Ready or not, here we come."

I led her out of the bedroom and into the back of the house. I opened the door to the basement and turned on the light over the stairs. It was a red bulb.

"Well, Rita... I hope you enjoy your suprise. Let's go and meet him. His name is Ron."

"His name is Ron?" Rita squeaked. She swallowed hard. "Um, are you trying to tell me that there is a man down there, Glynda?" Her eyes widened comically.

"Yep. Sure is. A present for my lovely Rita. Ron is a client of mine. Was a client of mine, that is. " I started down the stairs and Rita followed.

The basement was a finished one, obviously set up as a kind of recreation room for the family who had lived here before me. It was still a recreation room, but with a slightly different flavor.

Ron was seated in a recliner, reading a book. He was a big man, muscular, tall. His hair was reddish gold in the light of the floor lamp above him. His mustache grew long on his face, giving him a slightly sad look. His eyes were a pale blue, intensified by the wire-rim glasses he wore. When he saw Rita and me approach, he put down his book and got silently to his feet. He was dressed in a pair of nylon running shorts and nothing else but a smile.

"Rita, I'd like you to meet Ron." Rita looked from him to me and back again, and then clasped his outstretched hand.

"Nice to meet you." She said, at a loss.

I smiled. "I'm sure Ron thinks it is very nice indeed to meet you too, Rita, but you'll have to excuse him for a moment if he doesn't answer. Ron has been a bit of a naughty boy lately, haven't you Ron?" At this Ron nodded after a slight hesitation. "Ron seems to have a little bit of a problem making good on his promises, so in order to make up for his shortcomings Ron is here tonight to please us and learn a few things."

"Learn a few things?" Rita, the white-clad angel asked me. "Like what?"

"Something along the lines of 'silence is golden' - hence the silence on his part. No sound will escape your lips tonight, will it, Ron?" He again nodded, this time with no hesitation. "Ron is here for us to enjoy. He's my gift to you." I reached over and hugged Rita around the waist with one arm.

"My gift?"

"Oh yes... but I do hope you'll share." I looked at Ron and smiled into his eyes. He looked relieved. "Like I told you, there is plenty enough for two." I let my arm fall from Rita's waist and walked over to him. "Here, I'll show you."

I snapped my fingers at him and Ron obeyed, pulling down the running shorts and stepping out of them. I heard a small sound escape Rita's lips as she took in the sight of Ron's huge cock, only half-hard at the moment but already hanging four inches down his thigh. The length of his cock was impressive, but the massive circumference was its masterpiece; as it swelled and hardened under our appreciative gaze it grew thick and dark. His wispy blonde hair did nothing to hide the heavy balls hanging low in their sac. The circumsized head of his cock blushed cherry red, and when I slapped it gently with the back of my hand I could feel its scalding heat. Ron was apparently enjoying the hungry stares of two laced-up, leather clad women.

"What are we going to do?" Rita asked. Her hands roamed over her own body in anticipation. She scratched the leather cups over her nipples.

"I think we should give Ron a lesson, love. But sometimes Ron has trouble remembering to cooperate, don't you?" I walked back to Rita's side without waiting for Ron's affirmative nod. "Since he has trouble remembering, let's make it easy for him to not forget." I smiled sweetly at Ron. He looked so vulnerable, standing there with his cock kicking to one side as his heart beat. My mouth watered at the thought of licking that cock up and down, my tongue working itself into the groove and worming down into the slot on the top of the head, tasting the tiny drop of cum that would ooze out. The throb in my cunt was working into a fevered tattoo as I thought of his gigantic cock stretching the walls of my pussy.

"Let's make sure that we have Ron's attention while we give him our instructions." I gave him a long look and walked across the room, crooking my finger in his direction. "Follow me." I led them from the well-lit main room to a smaller one facing the back of the house.

Ron followed as told and Rita walked behind him, her high heels drumming the carpet. She watched Ron's tight ass move with appreciation, but seemed hesitant to actually touch it.

I went to the bookcase on one wall and hunted in the near darkness for a match, and when I struck it the room was faintly illuminated. I lit some candles around the room, which let off a sweet scent. Ron had seen this room before, and his face showed his satisfaction at being there again. Rita seemed to take everything in with a glance, and understood completely. She grinned at me in wicked lust.

The room glowed in the candlelight. One wall was glass, a patio door looking out onto my back yard. The high wooden fence surrounding my property kept ground-level prying eyes out of my business (and my pleasure), and the balcony attached to my bedroom above sheltered it from eyes peering from above. I opened the door and let the sounds of the spring evening float into the room. The air was cool and caressed my feverish body.

The main furnishing in the room was a massage table, with two low benches running along each side. Four small plastic boxes were attached to each corner of the table. I saw Rita place her hand on one and look at me, but I only smiled in reply.

"Ron." I said to him briskly, and nodded in the direction of the table. Rita watched as he opened a large wooden box on a nearby stand and took from it four loops of webbing. She sidled up to me and whispered in my ear.

"Glynda, those look like seat belts. How did you ever think of it?" She giggled quietly into my ear.

"But I didn't." I said. "Ron did."

Ron fastened the two larger loops around his ankles, and the two smaller around his wrists. He climbed upon the table and we saw a brief flash of metal in his hands and then the locking sound of the metal buckle sliding into its holster at the corner of the table. He reached for his other leg and we again heard the quiet click of metal meeting metal. He lay back, the muscles of his stomach standing out in sculptured relief, until his head found the small pillow at the head of the table. His cock, previously twitching with his heartbeat, now slapped his stomach with every pulse. It was completely hard now, straining to defy gravity and stand perpendicular to his body, but its massive head and shaft were of such a great weight that it could not. He turned to the right and slid the right wrist buckle into its home, and then holding his wrist at an angle so that the metal stood out rigidly from the strap webbing, he slid the fourth and last restraint into its lock. He looked over at us, sweat lightly filming his brow. His bonds allowed only the slightest bend to his knees and elbows, but his ass squirmed slightly from side to side, trying to make his cock make more contact with his own flesh, trying to appease its hunger.

"He's all yours." I said huskily to Rita. She eyed the huge hard-on, and as she did a tiny glistening drop appeared out of the head. Ron looked at her with pleading in his eyes, but never uttered a sound.

Rita moved over to the table and circled it, taking in all this body at her disposal in long, hungry looks. She put a timid finger to his chest, and trailed it through his golden chest hair. When she touched one of his nipples, I saw it instantly spring to hardness from her touch. Her face was a mask of intense concentration as she got to explore a male body that would not - and could not - shrink from her gaze.

I settled myself on a chaise longue in the corner of the room, giving me a perfect view of Rita and Ron. As I watched her run her fingers over his nipples, teasing and pinching them, I reached down between the chair cushion and the arm and removed the plastic case hidden there. I took from it a huge dildo, almost twelve inches long. It was soft and yet hard, the covering of a rubbery material that seemed to warm up in my hand and give slightly as I squeezed it. I spread my legs wide and touched it to my outer pussy lips, and gave a slight shudder. My clit seemed as if it was going to explode, so I pressed the cool dildo to its head to quieten it. I trembled.

Rita had stepped up onto the bench on the far side of the table from me. She looked down at Ron, and then spoke to me.

"This is nice, Glynda. Thank you." She glanced over at my direction, saw my legs flung open and the dildo rubbing slightly against my clit. She smiled knowingly. With a quick flurry of motion, she was astride Ron, sitting on his chest. Her legs just touched the two bench surfaces on either side of the narrow massage table, giving her the opportunity for some perfect thrusts. She squirmed up until her cunt was right below Ron's chin. His head angled up by the pillow had a perfect view of her black-curled and drenched pussy.

"You're going to watch me get myself off." She said. "I'm going to sit right here and finger-fuck myself right in front of your eyes." She put both of her hands to her cunt, spreading the lips for him to see her engorged clitoris. "Look at how hot my pussy is. I love it when my pussy is like this. I like to be hot and horny and then finger-fuck myself. I like to rub my clit until I come." She slipped one finger into her hole and traced circles around her clit with another. "My pussy gets so wet, doesn't it? It gets wet so it can get fucked. Fucked by big cocks." She grunted slightly and used a second finger.

Watching Rita fuck herself was driving me into a frenzy. I rubbed the dildo up and down the inside of my pussy lips, lubricating it's long shaft. I pressed the big head to the opening of my cunt, and then with a single thrust pushed all of it inside that I could take. I groaned to feel the cool flesh-like appendage ram up into my aching hot cunt. I left it there and tapped the balls on the other end, driving the cockhead deeper and deeper by tiny degrees. I stroked my clit with my other hand, and almost immediately my hips started bucking. I slowed down, not wanting to come in so short of a time. I wanted to be a long, slow tease to myself as I watched Rita do the same to Ron.

Ron never took his eyes off of Rita's hands buried in her pussy. His cock was a furious red now, and his cock was demanding attention, wanting to shoot the huge load stored in his heavy balls. Rita seemed to know this too, and did not even allow the skin of her back to touch the burning head of his straining dick.

"I want to be fucked by a big cock now." Rita's breath was coming in great gasps as she thrust her fingers in and out of her cunt. "You know what I would really like?" She whispered raggedly down into Ron's face. "You know what would make me come like a rocket? I want a big cock shoved up my cunt." Rita's hands were moving furiously in her pussy, and I matched her rhythm with the dildo up my snatch, biting my lips to make no sound so that I could hear her every word. "I want a huge, thick cock up my cunt. I want another one in my mouth. I want to suck a big cock until it creams all over me. I want to fuck and suck, and when they come I want another one to slide right in. Oh, yeah..." Rita's voice trailed off for a moment, and then resumed.

"I want my cunt to be filled up with hot cum, I want it all over my face. I want to get my cunt and my face fucked hard." Rita's knees were pressing together, squeezing the sides of Ron's chest. He was squirming under her as hard as his restraints would allow, the veins in his cock pulsing madly, the muscles in his long legs hard and bulging. "I want a man on each side of me, sucking my huge tits. My tits are the biggest you've ever seen, aren't they? My nipples are big and long, too. I want them to suck my tits in time to my face and my pussy getting fucked. I want them to jerk off on me while they suck my tits. I want them to come all over my tits, rub it into me." Rita's voice was getting louder and louder, all four fingers of her hand were stuffed up her cunt and she worked furiously on her clit. Ron's eyes were wide, his mouth was open to draw in great draughts of air, and his lips were licked by his furiously darting tongue, as if he wanted to reach Rita's spasming pussy from where it gyrated just inches from his mouth.

I could not take it any longer. I uttered a moan as I pulled the dildo from my sucking snatch, and let it drop to the floor. I staggered over to the table and put my hand on Rita's arm, drawing her hand away from her clit. Her head fell and her eyes opened, dazed.

"Turn around." I ordered, my voice gravelly. "Make him do the work. Make him suck that magnificient pussy. Don't let him miss a stroke." I grabbed the crotchless panties I wore and pulled them down in a frenzied motion, flinging them away into the darkness. I climbed onto the table as Rita turned around with her ass to Ron's face. His long torso had room for both of our voluptuous bodies, and I took my position over his raging cock. Rita backed up slowly, looking under her as she maneuvered her creamy pussy over Ron's mouth. His tongue snaked up into her hot box before she had even settled herself down, because she gasped and threw back her head, her tongue darting out as if kissing the world.

I lowered myself slightly until just the head of Ron's throbbing rod was barely touching the lips of my pussy. I heard him gasp as he tongued Rita's cream from her, but he never said a word. He was being a very good boy. To reward him, I let the oozing knob of his cock slide up to massage my clitoris. It was so hot, it felt so good after the cool dildo. I arched up and reached behind me and fingered his balls, my whole body tingling in anticipation of receiving the huge amount of cum he would spurt into me in hot jets. He bucked his hips up as far as his straps would allow, trying to get his aching cock into my hot, tight pussy.

"Rita." I gasped. "Rita, watch." She watched as I reared up and hovered over the head of Ron's cock. I felt his body give a giant tremor as I settled my soaking slit down over it. The head cleaved the walls of my pussy, which were so tight and swollen after being teased all day. I welcomed the burn of his huge cock entering such a tight hole. I pushed down on his cock with my weight, and rippled my vaginal muscles along the delicious length of him. Rita watched, fascinated, her white teeth biting her lower lip, her body rubbing itself over Ron's mouth as his cock shoved into me.

I reached my hand into my corset and set my breasts free. They felt swollen and ached for some attention. I cupped them in my hands from beneath, pinching my nipples as I rode Ron's huge rod. Rita saw this, and did the same, letting her giant D-cup tits flow over the cups of her corset. I squeezed Ron with my knees for balance, and reached out my hands to feel those lovely mounds. When I had them in my hands, I could not restrain myself from feeling those long, suckable nipples in my mouth. Ron's cock was so long that I could lean forward and keep the head in my throbbing pussy and suck in Rita's tits, crushing them in my hands, running my tongue between them, biting them, my mouth caving in from sucking on them so hard.

"Suck my tits, Glynda." Rita shrieked. "Suck my huge tits. Fuck him and suck my tits while he licks my pussy." She was breathing and groaning with every stroke of his tongue over her clit. One of her hands found my breasts, and she tore at the nipples with her fingers, pulling on them, making hot rivers of sensation run down to my swollen clitoris as it was pulled by the thrusting of my pussy onto Ron's cock.

"I'm going to come, oh god." Rita screamed at the ceiling. She was almost suffocating Ron with her demanding pussy. I leaned back and put my hands on either side of Ron for support, and lifted myself and slammed my pussy back onto the whole gigantic length of Ron's cock. I shoved him in and out of my pussy, shrieking, begging Rita to watch as I fingered my clit and fucked myself with Ron's cock. Rita's tits were swaying against her chest as I watched her move her way to orgasm. Ron's balls were hard as rocks, ready to blast his cum all into my pussy.

"Suck your own tits, Rita. I want to come as you suck your own tits." I was so close to coming that my voice was barely audible.

Rita grabbed her right tit without hesitation and squeezed it in her hand. She turned the nipple up to her face and lowered her mouth to it. Just barely she could get the nipple into her mouth, and she sucked it as if it could come in her mouth like a ripe cock. After just a few seconds of feeling Ron's tongue darting into her cunt, dragging over her clit, massaging all of her creamy pussy, and the sight of my hot cunt impaling itself on Ron's pole, the idea that she was sucking her own tits threw her over the edge. She wailed aloud as she came, spreading her creamy juice all over Ron's face. Her orgasm seemed like it lasted a full minute, and she doubled over with its spasms. She looked up at me and groaned. I was riding Ron's cock wildly, thrusting his whole length into me, slamming my cunt down over his shaft until his balls slapped against my ass. The friction from his huge cock tore at the tender tissue of my shaved slit, but I did not care. I called out to Rita to watch me fuck myself with Ron's cock. I shoved him into me harder and harder, craving the feel of the hot, sticky head slam into the very depths of my ravenous pussy.

After a moment, she leaped from Ron's chest down to the floor, where she stood there a moment unsteadily. Then she came to me and put her face up to my chest and started to suck my nipple. Her hand found my clit and massaged it, and I instantly felt myself hurtling toward orgasm. Ron, his view now unobstructed, looked down at his cock being engulfed by my cunt, and Rita sucking my tits and rubbing my clit. He uttered a single groan, his eyes bulging wide. His cock seemed to swell to enormous size within me, and then buck against the hot confines of my pussy as his balls forced out jet after jet of thick creamy cum into me, dripping out from around the shaft of his cock as I kept thrusting while he spasmed through his orgasm. The heat from his come, Rita's mouth on my tit and her fingers in my pussy brought on an orgasm so strong that I felt the muscles of my cunt would cut off Ron's cock at the root. It came over me in wave after lightning flash wave. I was shrieking again, I could distantly hear my own cries, as if from another room. My entire body was consumed with the orgasm, not only my cunt but everywhere was immersed in its pull. My eyes were screwed shut, and I saw lights bursting in the warm, red darkness. My breathing was labored, and as my orgasm subsided my heart pounded in my chest until I thought it would burst. My cunt still pulled on Ron's cock, which had subsided from its previous gigantic size, and with each spasm his cock twitched in return. I opened my eyes and saw Rita standing leaning against the side of the table, her head on her arms, still breathing heavily. Ron's head lay unmoving on the pillow, his chest heaving. I moved upward until his cock slid out of me with a tiny noise. He seemed to whimper once, but that was all. He had been a very good boy indeed.

I clambered down beside Rita and leaned over the table with her.

"Well?" I whispered. She looked at me with the most wicked grin I had ever seen on a woman in my life.

"So what's next?" She asked, and licked her lips.

I let myself slither to the floor. "I do believe I've created a monster." I lay in the floor and laughed.